#i just. i took the buddie goggles off and i tried to see if it makes it better and jt DOESNT

[narcissiah]

Headcanon: Ready, Set, Action! [Black Noir x Actor!GN!Reader

Warnings: super fucking long. cursing, like "fuck" and "shit" i think. idk, i didn't edit this lol.

srsly tho, supes long. like 1,135 words but written in a bulleted list.

also tried to keep it GN but if there's like hint of gender in there, tell me so i can fix it.

Being the hottest self-made shit in town, with 84.9 million subscribers on YouTube alone, you're kind-of a big deal.

Though you’re not officially on Vought’s payroll as a Seven team member, Vought calls you when they have jobs you might be interested in.

One day, Vought calls you to see if you’re interested in acting in a multi-genre superhero movie. It would focus on Black Noir as the lead, obviously. You, however, were the supporting lead, playing the love interest and villain.

Not only was this movie a huge boost to your career, but a dream come true. The plot sounded amazing, the character relatable, sympathetic, and downright fucking insane.

Also, growing up in supe-infested corporate America, you idolized the Seven—especially Black Noir. So working with a childhood role model, playing both the villain and the love interest of his?

Obviously, you didn’t say no.

On the day filming started, you ran into Noir. While you were annoyingly excited about the whole event, and downright irritating when you met your hero, you kept yourself in check. It was a struggle, but you managed.

You greeted him, "Hey, I'm [Supe Name]! Since we're filming buddies, want to run over some scenes later?"

Sure as shit, he acted like you didn't exist!

For the first couple of days after the snub, you tried your best to correct whatever first impression he had of you.

You talked to him, or to see if he will practice a certain fight scene with you that involved a lot of coordination.

When that didn’t work, you tried to make a funny joke or two when the situation called for it so he would at least lower that stand-offish barrier around him. Though the crew often laughed at your perfectly timed jokes, Noir would just stare at you or have already left the group.

Your last resort was acting like a good little secretary, offering to get him food and drinks from the communal food table. While he often took you up on your offer, that was as far as the interactions went. Once he was satisfied, ignoring you like you didn’t exist begun once again.

No matter, you got the message loud and clear: stay away.

Despite the crushing start, and understanding the old saying, “Never meet your heroes,” it was the most fun you had in a while.

You acted like your life depended on it; you’d be damned if you failed the crew and audience with mediocre acting. That, and to show Noir that you were worth the time of day.

You did your best to look sympathetic and relatable, even if your ideology of your “perfect world” was madness. You put heart and soul into your character, doing so well you had to remind yourself that you’re [Name], not the villainous [Supe Alias].

Then, you started filming the romantic scenes.

In the first two parts of the movie, it wasn’t too bad. Just longer periods of staring, playful smiles, gentle touches. Nothing too serious.

However, there were times were his muscles would tense beneath his suit when you had touched him. You’d die a little on the inside for two reasons: you’re touching him, and he hates your guts.

Though you two avoided each other like the plague off set, none of the crew were wiser about it when you acted out the beloved “Hero and Villain in love but never to be” trope on set.

Noir would stare at you the way Darcy stared at Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice. You could feel the burning gaze behind his goggles.

When you held his hand, he would grasp it like it was a lifeline and pull you closer to him. Most of that was on the spot, not in the script.

At the end, he would hold your body as you “succumbed” to your wounds because he had no choice but to “kill” your character?

One word: Swoon!

And then there were the scenes when you were the villain.

Though they were steamy but not overly sexual, the implications were obviously there.

Like when you tied him up? When you would tilt his head up so his goggles were staring at you? Gentle and not-so-gentle face holding? Barely respectable sensual touches (lol)? Your faces together, so teasingly close for a kiss (with the mask still on) but no cigar?

Two words this time: Sweet Jesus!

Filming ends on the last day. You’re shaking hands with the director, the crew, thanking them for their hard work, excited to see the final product on the silver screen soon.

When you get to Noir, you play nice and hold out your hand. While you didn’t want to relive the rejection a second time, you prepared for the inevitable. 

However, you were shell-shocked when Noir took your hand and gave it a single shake. You couldn’t help the large grin on your face, or the triumph soaring in your heart.

As you let go of his hand, he holds out his other with a folded note. Though confused, you still smile and take it. You’re about to unfold it when he gently stops your hand and shakes his head.

Now even more confused, and anxious because what could be on the note? A rant about your behavior and him denouncing you as a supe? A cartoonish picture that doesn’t paint you in a good light, resembling what he thinks of you as a person? What? What?

You put the picture in the back of your pocket and do your best to ignore it the rest of the night; if it was something negative, you wouldn’t let it bring down the best natural high you’ve had all day, though it burned a hole in your pocket.

When you finally get to your apartment, it’s past midnight. You’re too drunk on good food and a few shots to do much more than take off your shoes and plop on your bed. In your haze, you remember the note.

Not feeling so dreadfully anxious about it, you grab it and unfold it.

At first, as you stare at it, you’re not sure what you’re looking at. Or how you feel about it. Then your vision clears, and sobriety hits you hard and fast. But in a good way. A great way.

The picture is of you, hand-drawn and cartoonish, but not in a negative light. Think of those artistic drawings of people with big heads and small bodies, but ten-times better.

Every aspect of the picture was beautiful, and the longer you stared at it, the more amazing it got. Really, it belonged in a gallery.

But that led to the question: Black Noir made this for you? Why?

You flip the paper over and see written; I hope this isn’t our last goodbye ♥

#black noir #the boys #the boys tv #the boys amazon #black noir x reader #the boys x reader #the boys headcanons #black noir headcanons

[weirdbeancurd]

Predator and Prey- A Bad Batch Tickle Fic

Isolde is my OC who's a huntress with claws and shortblades. She likes to annoy Hunter and gets along well with Omega.

@neppy-34, I used to like your bad batch headcanons and thought u might like, hope this tag doesn't bother you lol

Hunter raced around the ship with the desperation of a dying man. Chases like these happened often with the batch, but getting caught this time had worse consequences. He wasn’t exactly buddy-buddy with Isolde at the moment, and knew she’d use this as ammunition against him. And so, he weaved around the halls until he got to his bunk. Hunter would’ve shut the door, hoping his pursuer would eventually get bored and leave, but he was tackled to his bunk the second he passed the door frame. He groaned from the weight of Wrecker on his back. 

Wrecker snickered, having finally caught his prey. He called over the rest of the batch to watch him dish out Hunter’s punishment. Hunter just put his head in his hands, not even bothering to pry himself out from under his brother (believe him, he’s tried). He heard the sounds of boots on durasteel as his brothers flocked to his room. Head still in hands, he could practically feel the smirk that Echo was wearing. He heard tech adjust his goggles in amusement. A quiet tip-tap of smaller feet came pattering in. That must’ve been Omega. She’d seen him like this several times, but it never failed to embarrass him. Their almighty leader, about to be “tortured” within an inch of his life. 

“Well, well, well. What do we have here, Wrecker?” Echo said.

“Oh, you know,” Replied Wrecker. “Just the usual- a very ticklish sergeant.” 

Hunter felt his cheeks heat up.

“Actually, you know who’d love this? Isolde! C’mere!”

Shit. Said huntress arrived a few seconds later.

“Yeah? What’s… What in the world is happening right now?” A very confused Isolde asked.

Omega clung at her side, clutching at the fabric at the hem of her shirt.

“Hunter here, was hogging the shower, and I decided he needs to learn a lesson or two about sharing.”

Now that got Hunter to look up.

“Hey! I was a minute over what I normally take! One minute!”

“Yeah! A minute too long, in my opinion.”

Hunter just groaned again and lowered his face back down to the mattress in defeat. 

“I’m still confused,” Isolde said. Wrecker wiggled his fingers.

“Just watch.”

He brought his hands down to Hunter's sides and squeezed them once. Said man let out a high pitched yelp and a choked chuckle. Isolde grinned maniacally. 

“Oooh. I see. The mighty Hunter is ticklish.” Hunter just shoved his face further into the bedsheets. 

“The mighty Hunter is very ticklish,” Echo chimed in. “Turns out “enhanced senses” also meant touch.” Hunter mumbled something that sounded a bit like “shut up.” Omega just giggled. Wrecker swiped a finger down his ribs, causing the man to recoil violently. 

“Now watch this,” He said. 

Wrecker dug his fingers into Hunter’s sides and wiggled. Unable to contain himself, he burst out in giggles, face finally leaving the mattress and hands flying back to pry Wrecker’s wrists away from his body. Unsurprisingly, they didn’t budge.

“Wahahahit! Don’t!” 

“Don’t what?” Wrecker asked.

“Dohohon’t tihAHAHA!” Hunter broke off into belly laughter as Wrecker slid his hands up to his armpits. He couldn’t help kicking his feet, causing Isolde to chuckle at his demise. Wrecker took notice.

“Isolde, do you wanna have a go at him?”

Without even letting her answer, he flipped Hunter over, holding his arms above his head. He let out a quiet “oof” when his head hit Wrecker’s lap. His eyes widened.

“Wait! Nononono, get away from me!” Hunter tried to use his feet to scramble away, but he couldn’t find purchase on the bed sheets. “As your commanding officer, I command you to back off!” Isolde just smirked. Hunter swore his blood ran cold.

“Oh, but you forget something, sergeant,” she purred. Even under the threat of death, he’d deny blushing wildly. “I am no soldier.” And with that, she spidered his ribs with devastating claws.

Hunter wouldn’t have been able to hold back his laughter if he tried. He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, spewing threats every so often. However, the threats of violence had little effect with him giggling his head off. 

“aH! Ihihi’m going to kihihihill you bohohOTH! GAH! DOHON’T!”

She’d found the spot where his top rib met his underarms, scritching with her nails. The man was looking a bit red in the face, so she didn’t keep that up for long. Instead, she switched to skittering her fingers along his neck. His desperate laughter turned into sweet giggles. Her eyes softened at the sound, slightly dazed. That was, until Hunter tried nipping at her hands.

“Hey! None of that.” She formed a claw with her hand and vibrated it into his toned belly. Hunter fell back into deep laughter, shaking his head back and forth to lessen the feeling.

“StahahAHAHAA! NOHOHOHOHO!” He wheezed.

Seeing that he might die any second, Isolde gave him a break, just to be interrupted by a snide chuckle that wasn’t from Hunter. She looked to the doorway, where Crosshair was leaning against the frame, toothpick in mouth. The batch had their mouths hanging wide open; they hadn’t had the best relationship with Crosshair lately, and this rare appearance was unexpected to say the least.

He grinned. “Try the thighs.” And with that, he slunk back into the recesses of the ship.

Isolde turned back to Hunter, who was just catching his breath. The smile she wore was conspiratorial. He could feel his heart drop.

“Well, let’s not let his advice go to waste, shall we?”

She swiped a single claw down the side of his thigh, causing a flinch and a jolt of ticklish energy to course through his body.

“That bad, huh?” She grinned. Hunter refused to meet her eyes. “The silent treatment, hm? That’s alright. I know a way to make you talk.” Isolde squeezed up and down his thighs. Hunter screamed.

“NOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE!” Okay, “talk” was a strong word. Hunter could barely form a coherent thought, let alone words. He kicked his legs, thrashed back and forth; whatever it took to get that tortuous feeling to stop. Everyone chuckled at his reactions. It was nice to see their oh-so-stoic sergeant smiling for once. Though, he was a bit red in the face.

Thankfully, Isolde noticed he needed a break and stilled her fingers. Wrecker released him from his hold and patted him on the shoulder. Hunter just laid on the bed with an arm strung across his face, taking greedy gulps of air. A dazed smile still sat on his face.

“I…I hate all of you.”

“...”

“Not you, Omega.”

#bad batch tickle #ticklish!hunter #lee!hunter

[adventuretolkienlover]

Sick Days (An Alchemy Bros Fic, For Sicktember!)

Hey Everyone! So this is my first time participating in something like this. Don't know how many I'll do. But I hope you like this short story! The prompt I'm doing today is number 5. Preventive Measures (Not taken.)

Enjoy!😁

Summary: Varian is working hard on a big invention, but Hugo can't help but feel Varian isn't in good health and needs rest. Varian insists he's fine. But it gets pretty hard to fake not being sick for long.

Trigger Warnings: None! Just cute fluff. Brotherly bonding and such.

Varian screwed on another bolt and tried to ignore the sleepy feeling in his limbs and the itching in his nose. He sniffed and wipes his eyes. Varian had caught a cold. Of course, he didn't want to admit he did. That would require going to bed and resting. And he didn't have time of that. Not with Rapunzel's and Eugene's anniversary coming up. This invention was going to be made special for them and he needed to get it done.

"ACHOO!" he sneezed.

It was so loud, Ruddigar jumped in the air and fell off the table he was sleeping on.

"Whoops." said a very congested Varian. He scooped up Ruddigar and put him back on the table. "Sorry buddy. I think I caught a cold" Ruddigar crossed his arms and shook his head. He pointed at the lab exit and motioned for Varian to leave and go upstairs. He knew Varian needed rest. Unfortunately, Varian had other ideas.

"Oh no no." Varian said with a wave of his hand. "This invention needs to be done on time." Varian turned back to his work. "I can rest afterwards. ACHOO!"

His sneeze was so powerful, he accidentally threw his wrench! It hit some boxes on the other side of the room. Varian and Ruddigar stared at the spot where the wrench landed. Ruddigar turned and shot Varian a disapproving look. Varian just sneezed again.

"ACHOO!"

Varian sniffed and groaned. He eyes were watering now. And his nose felt stuffed. "I'm gonna fine ma tool box." he said as he walked off.

Ruddigar threw up his hands in exasperation and sat grumpily at the edge of the table. His ears perked up at the sound of the lab door creaking open. Hugo poked his head in.

"Goggles? You in here?" he called.

"WACHOO!" was the answer! Hugo turned toward the noised in surprise and saw Varian hurriedly blowing his nose.

"Oh. Var?" Hugo asked as he walked up the smaller boy cautiously.

Varian turned around. His eyes were red. "Oh! Hi Hugo!" he said with grin.

Hugo looked at him nervously. "Are you sick?" he asked.

"Sick?" Varian laughed, that turned into a coughing fit. Varian cleared his throat afterwards. "No. Why?"

Hugo gave him a deadpan look. "Goggles, you need to go to bed. You're definitely sick."

"Nuh uh." Varian said as he grabbed his tool box and started climbing a step ladder. "I'm- ACHOO! Just, fi-fine..." Varian noticed as he reached the second to last step, he started to feel a tad light headed. He paused as his vision become slightly blurred.

Hugo inwardly panicked. "Varian?..."

Varian took a deep breath and tried to put on a normal smile. "I'm fine! See?" he said. "I just... Need... Uh..." Varian winced and moaned as he suddenly felt even more light headed. That was the last straw for Hugo.

"Varian! That's it. Come down." Hugo practically had his foot on the first step of the ladder and was ready to climb up and get him.

"I'm... UGH! Fine! I'm coming." Varian said. But despite seeming upset, even Varian thought the ladder might be a bad idea right now. So he started down. Just then, he missed a step in his hazey state of mind.

"WOAH!" Varian shouted!

Hugo gasped and managed to catch him. Varian was draped limply against his shoulder. Varian groaned and buried his face in the crook of Hugo neck.

"Okay. I'm sick." he admitted. Hugo sighed and smiled softly at the wait now resting on his shoulder. He helped him down the last few steps and sat him down on the floor.

"How long have you been like this?" Hugo questioned as he examined Varian's eyes and face.

"Since this morning." Varian sniffed. "It just got really bad now."

"Can you walk?" Hugo asked as he stood up.

"Yeah. I think so." Hugo helped him to his feet. He was little wobbly at first. But he managed to stand straight. "Yep! All good!"

Varian tries to stroll off, but another dizzy spell hit. Varian staggered and Hugo made sure to catch him. He picked Varian up in his arms and looked at his face. Varian's eyelids were drooping. He was clearly tired. "Maybe..." Varian said sleepily. "You could just... Carry me up the stairs? I think I'd be good from there..."

He fell asleep. Hugo quietly snorted in laughter. Ruddigar chittered and waved his finger at Varian. He knew that would happen. He did!

"I know Ruddigar." Hugo said. "I knew it would happen too."

Hugo kicked the lab door open and with Ruddigar not far behind, carried the sleepy alchemist upstairs.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Hugo kicked Varian's bed room door open and placed the sleeping boy on his bed. He removed Varian's heavy leather apron and put it aside. Next he took off his goggles and placed them on his night stand. Finally, he covered Varian in a few extra blankets.

Hugo stepped back a little and admired his work. All done. He was just about to leave, when he felt something lightly grab his hand. He looked and saw Varian's hand gripping his. Hugo stared at it, then sighed and pulled up a chair beside his bed. While sitting in the chair, he rested his head on the pillow, next to Varian. The smaller boy looked so peaceful now. Hugo felt good inside.

"I love you little brother." he said quietly. Varian murmured a response. He couldn't hear exactly what he said, but he knew anyway. Hugo smiled, shut his eyes, and fell fast asleep.

The End!

#My writing #alchemy bros #varian and the seven kingdoms #vat7k #varian the alchemist #hugo the human #varian #sicktember 2023 #sickfic #Alchemy Bros fic's #Vat7k Sibling AU #Vat7k #vat7k hugo #vat7k varian #hugo vat7k #varian tangled #varian and the 7 kingdoms #Varian and the Seven Kingdoms #varian vat7k #hugo #tangled varian #varian tts #tts varian #tts #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #vat7k fanfic

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2022 Day 7: Family Time

Summary: Illinois tries to introduce Noir to King and Lunky, and hopes it goes well.

Prompt: Peaceful

Characters: Illinois, King, Lunky, Noir

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Noir had been adjusting relatively well to his new life with Eric and Illinois.

The couple had one visit from child services to check on Noir but the visit went well.

Eric was on patrol and Illinois wanted to take Noir to his childhood park. It doubled as being a way to introduce Noir to King and Lunky.

They were family and this park was important to Illinois. And Illinois wanted it to be important to Noir, as selfish as that was.

So Illinois opened up a portal and coaxed Noir through it. Noir was hesitant and nervous. The young child’s slowly growing aura changed the portal to a grey and white.

Illinois then took Noir to get some milkshakes across the street from King’s park, sending texts about what he was doing so that he didn’t surprise them.

After milkshakes Illinois took him into the park and Noir had fun on the swings. Noir was still in shades of grey, and no one seemed to think it was weird. No teasing from other kids, yet, and no other parents asking about it.

As Illinois was sitting on a bench and watching Noir playing, King came over to him in full costume. Lunky was perched on his head. The demon was in their 2D form and letting out little hissing and screeching noises.

“Hey, Ills,” King said.

“Hey,” Illinois greeted, not taking his eyes off Noir for a second. Normal citizens might not know who he is but the underground was something else entirely. And Noir was very small and grabbable.

“Which one is he?” King asked.

“They grey one,” Illinois said.

King was quiet for a little while. “He wearing a grey jacket or something.”

That got Illinois to turn and look at King. “No, he’s straight up grey, like the old man is.”

King was just staring at him, not seeing what Illinois was talking about. “I either need new goggles or you need to point this kid out.”

Lunky let out some inquisitive screeches.

King waited for a bit as he listened to Lunky. “What you need, kiddo?”

The little 2D demon moved to the ground to start signing. Illinois glanced between them and Noir. After he got enough to understand, Illinois got up to get Noir.

“We’re here to meet your new cousin,” King said, signing the work to teach it to Lunky.

Lunky repeated it. Then they signed. “I don’t want a cousin.”

“You don’t even know what that is yet,” King told them but Lunky.

“Hey buddy,” Illinois said as he walked up to Noir. “My brother’s here, he and his kid are here to meet you, if you’re up to it.

Noir was quietly thinking on that but eventually he slowed his swing and then dragged his feet to stop.

When Noir began following him, Illinois began talking. “My brother is very nice, he likes hanging out with wild animals so if he’s being a bit loud you can always tell him. He’s not the rude one.”

Noir didn’t look up at him, clearly nervous. He was trailing his feet as he followed Illinois. The adventurer just let him, not wanting to scare him or make him uncomfortable.

King was just watching them, grabbing Lunky and pulling them back up to be 3D with . The superhero was looking at Noir as Lunky noticed the little boy hanging behind Illinois. It sparked a little bit of worry in Illinois. King’s spawnling looked about ten-years-old. Whether or not they acted like it was a toss up, but he was a good head taller than Noir, who was a bit small for his age.

Illinois tended to forget how big Lunky actually was because they liked to stay 2D.

And King seemed to realize it at almost the same time.

Noir spotted Lunky and hid behind Illinois. Which broke Illinois’s heart and made him realize Noir trusted him enough to protect him.

“Be careful, he’s not like Mini, play nice,” King told his child.

Illinois led Noir closer as Noir began to get more and more nervous.

King gave Noir some different types of chalk, some of them being glow in the dark.

Lunky didn’t get close enough to put a finger on Noir because the small boy kept trying to hide and Illinois stepped in to separate them a bit.

Noir’s nervousness led to King and Illinois having to use a portal to send Lunky to be with Mini Bing at the base. The small boy began calming down and went back to swinging on the playground again.

“Didn’t know you two were this serious about kids,” King said, Illinois returning to watching Noir.

“Been talking about it for a while,” Illinois. “Probably just have the one or two.”

“Yeah, you were always the responsible one.” King looked at Illinois.

“Pretty sure that was you.” Illinois smiled at King which got a smile out of him.

Illinois kept watching Noir until it was time to go. Noir had a little bit of a fit but Illinois was able to convince him to go through a portal and take him home in time for Eric to come home.

The three of them enjoyed a nice family evening together making dinner and watching movies.

#Egotober2022 #Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Illinois the Adventurer #ahwm illinois #Noiriplier #King of the Squirrels #Lunky #familial fluff #domestic fluff #fluff #first meeting #baby Noiriplier

[n-ugg]

The Fall

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four End

A brother has been more hidden than usual. There's been tinkering on the other side of the massive door. Locking all of their brothers out and blocking out every time they try to reach other to him.

It's been about time for them to pay their brother a visit. Hopefully before whatever they locked themselves away with has tainted their mind.

╔═══━━━─── • ───━━━═══╗

It's been an odd week.

It's already been hard with each of them being unable to work the same as before. Everyone taking their own form of a break with trying to keep the other two in check. They had a small system that kinda worked.

So when Condi refused to get out and just started acting more closed off, the two were getting more concerned, Bizly and Charlie tried to get him out. With Bizly trying to bring in a wolf as some sort of company and Charlie bringing in some new invention that he had been messing with.

Condi just kept taking the wolf out, the two always finding the animal outside and pawing at the door or laying next to it. With each item, just being placed somewhere within the palace.

Every time they were lucky to even get a proper look at him, Condi was tired and more jittery. Always flinching at their actions, fumbling with his words and trying to leave sooner, constantly mentioning he needs to finish a test. When before, Condi remained in his lab messing with any possible new potions. But he always kept an open door to them, having them allowed in and not locking everyone out for the week.

The two gods look at the door that's been locking them out. Bizly looked over to Charlie, who took it as his sign to take the lead. The two knew each other better and Bizly trying to take over would've been out of his place. Being younger than the previous three.

Charlie takes a deep breath before raising a hand to knock. "H-hey Condi, do you mind if we come in?"

Silence

Bizly starts to speak up. "Um, you-you good in there buddy?"

Still silence

Charlie moves his hand over to the doorknob and freezes a bit. The two take a small pause before opening the room. The two were tense but Bizly can tell that Charlie was trying to be more like a shield in case anything happened. It helped a bit but the list of possibilities still kept spiraling in his mind.

The room was dark with a light only being shown above and only a bit of clattering was heard. A bit of muttering that neither can figure out.

The two start to take a few steps and Condi shoots up. Slightly turning his head to look at the two, his eyes were covered by some goggles. "Get out."

A chill goes down Bizly's spine at the sudden change in demeanor. He looks over to Charlie, who stood his ground. "Condi, we need to talk." Charlie spoke up as he stayed in front of the younger god

A drained laugh escapes from Condi. "We have nothing to talk about."

Bizly takes a deep breath before taking a small step ahead, standing next to Charlie. "You've been staying locked away without really getting out much...we just got concerned, that's all."

Condi shook his head at them, "Sure, sure. Or just concerned about me no longer holding back."

The two were just confused, "What do you mean"

Condi just laughs, for some reason it felt familiar. "Oh you're just acting dumb now." He turned to face the two and Bizly was lightly pushed back. "We could've brought him back. But you refuse to let us use our full powers."

Charlie just shook his head. "I-...I didn't. I would never do that. Whe-where are you even getting this from?"

"Oh stop acting dumb. We could've brought Grizz back a long time ago. But now-" Condi raises his hand up to lift the goggles, revealing a golden glow from his eyes. "I'm getting extra help from an old friend."

The hand that was up lightly falters after seeing the eyes. Bizly can feel the room's energy getting overtaken by something else. Something much stronger than him suddenly wraps itself around the room. It was a suffocating new force.

The arm straighten itself out, "You saw him, didn’t you?" Charlie was back on the defense, trying to provide himself as a shield for Bizly. Who was just forced to see this escalate

Condi's smile grows. "Yeah, I finally realized that he won't try to hold me back.-"

"-I didn't-"

"The one that didn't hold Grizzly back and broke him!"

"I DID NOT BREAK HIM!" Charlie tries to take a bit to control himself, not to lash out again. "He's lying to you, Condi."

Condi scoffs before turning his head to Bizly. "Do you really trust him to help you? He was so quick on throwing out Grizz-throwing out our brother! What makes you think he won't be throwing either of us out the moment it appears?"

Bizly's mouth hovers open for a bit. Admittedly, he doesn't trust Charlie. At least not with his life. "He-...he won't. We all had the same reaction after Grizz fell. Why would any of us want to repeat?"

Condi seemed amused by the response. "You don't even believe yourself." He starts to lightly laugh to himself.

Bizly bites his bottom lip and looks down as Charlie continues on. "You know that none of us wanted to do it. I fucked up and killed our brother. I don't want to do it again."

"Well, too bad that I don't believe you." Condi was gone with purple particles taking his place. The two are unable to spot him until his voice is behind them. But it also sounds like someone else was speaking with him. "Say hi to Grizz for me"

The two were able to move out of the way, being able to get out of the area of the sudden sound of glass breaking and a burst of fog that started to form. The fog was quickly blown away to reveal Condi having the trident ready to use again.

Bizly jaw clenches at the sight and he gets ready to defend himself. He looks over to Charlie, who has a hand out and ready. "Condi, I don't want to fight you."

Condi raises himself up, seeming like a rag doll with his movement. The eyes are brighter, and the smile is wider. "Oh but I do. But let's make some space"

He was gone again and Charlie immediately knew what that implied. He begins to run towards Bizly as he was more confused on being brought out of speculating.

The particles start to form again and Bizly raises his arm up to block. Transforming the forearms to be like polar bear arms, but was too high. Instead of a slash, he was met with two prongs stabbing into his abdomen. Hissing at the pain as there was a sudden mist around. Bizly reaches up to try to grab Condi or the handle of the weapon. Being completely unable to grab anything due to being blinded.

The fog starts to circle around Bizly and makes it harder for him to breathe. His vision became blurred as there was a dry ball build up on his throat. Something toxic got in and he doesn't know how.

The feeling was gone and he was thankful that it wasn't able to grow. The fog was blown away and so was Condi, seeing an arrow flying by. Charlie runs up to Bizly to catch him. The younger god continues to cough, spitting blood on his hand as he tries to stop it. The potions are much stronger than they should be, the potions usually don't hurt them. They're just an inconvenience for a bit with a running nose.

The bleeding on his stomach stops as it slowly starts to heal itself. Suddenly, Bizly feels himself getting pushed and drops on the ground. He turns to see Charlie taking a hit for him, with Condi stabbing the trident deep into his chest.

Hissing at the pain, Charlie's hand shakes as he reaches up to grab the handle. Having light purple swirls appear on his arms and go to the weapon in hand. The sound of glass breaking is heard again as the fog grows. Instead of heading straight to the two, Charlie blows the fog to go against its user.

The trident is pulled away as the fog wraps itself around Condi, causing him to fall into a coughing fit. The fog dispersed, showing Condi getting up, with his head hanging and stopping the coughing. Just wiping away the small bit of blood that dripped out.

Bizly got up as the wound was able to fully heal. He stumbles up to his feet and tries to get to Condi. Only being stopped by Charlie's arm, having the other hand lay on his own wounds.

Condi fully gets up and a broken laugh escapes him. "You need to stop protecting that thing." He raises his head and the two can see tears. Condi's voice gets layered with another that only one of them recognize. "It's just prolonging our battle."

Charlie's wounds close as the words strike at Bizly. "Condi...you need to let him go"

Condi's tears continued to flow but the smile remained. "I don't think he can hear you anymore."

Bizly, not wanting to watch anymore, changed his form and ran towards Condi. Charlie tried to stop him but was too slow.

Bizly was running up in a wolf form and Condi was quick to use the handle to block the bite. His hand slipped a bit, causing Bizly to bite down on it. Having an odd sudden sting fill in his mouth.

Condi freezes at the bite before having the dread to kick in when he realized which hand was bitten. Bizly didn't even mean to bite the hand but still tried to take out the trident. Wincing at the pain, he still took advantage of Condi's frozen state and fully pulled the weapon away.

Bizly tossed the trident up and grabbed it once changing back to his human form. Barely noticing the bleeding having a different look than usual. Being a golden liquid instead of the usual red.

Bizly looks up to Condi, who's expression has completely changed. From a massive confident smile, to a much more panicked forced one. With tears rushing down and the smile being pushed way past its limitations. Bizly tried to reach out, but the two bodies got overwhelmed with a massive amount of pain. Both hunching over and falling over themselves. Condi tries to hold the arm that was bitten and Bizly tries to use the trident to hold himself up, but ends up stumbling and drops.

Bizly's throat is starting to burn. Where the previous dry mark that was stuck, came back with a burning and suffocating sensation. He starts to cough, trying to spit out the fake blood that went in his mouth. But it's still taking a hold of him on the inside, keeping the burning sting.

He heard something running by and immediately to Condi's side. Bizly looks up while still trying to clear his throat, to see Charlie kneeling by Condi's side.

The other is shaking on the ground while trying to keep the arm close. Flinching at Charlie's hand being raised. Condi mutters something that neither can hear while trying to push himself back.

Bizly tries to get closer to the two. He can hear Charlie begin to whisper something. "-not too late. We-we can take it out. I-I promise-"

Another broken laugh escapes itself from Condi's mouth. "You can't-"

"Yes I can-I will figure something-"

"N-no no you can't. It's impossible to get rid of" Condi was shaking his head as it remained hung. "We need to do it another way"

Bizly's eyes widened as he heard that last bit. He tried to get closer with a hand reached out to grab him. The hand only landing by Condi's leg, "Look, I don't know what's happening...but I know there's something-"

He was cut off by another broken laugh, it kept getting louder and grew more manic. "Its way too late" There was a golden glow that started to grow around his arm and light from his eyes started to get brighter. His hand wound starts to close, with the golden blood starting to stitch the wound close.

He reaches out and the trident shots itself back to his hand. Coming from behind the two. Charlie tackles down Bizly as a way to shield him, with Charlie having one of the prongs of the trident dig deep into his back.

The hand starts to grow, the blood beneath his skin starting to bubble up. It starts to tear through the arm and begins to make it take a newer form. With each bubble against his skin bursting and making it grow. It continues to grow around the left part of his body, with it starting to burst. Taking a newer form, the gold starts to dig itself deeper into the body. Making the left side starting to tear apart, with more blood pouring out.

Bizly pushes Charlie off and tries to get them both away. Just trying to get themselves out of the way and not knowing what's going to be unleashed.

Condi raises the trident and slams it into the ground, breaking the marble flooring and having the cracks rush up to the two. Gold digs into the cracks and heads straight to them.

Bizly looks at the gold that's heading straight towards them. It starts to rise above them, being way taller than the two. The jagged good poles shift and start to strike at the two. Bizly was able to get out of the way of the strike, raising himself up and getting away from the cracks. The marble breaking where he should've been.

Ahead, he can see the golden pole being pierced into Charlie's leg. Letting out a scream from the golden blood starting to grow around him. Bizly starts to dash after him as the other poles start to fall back into the cracks.

Charlie was stuck on the ground and breathing heavily as he tried to sit himself up. Being pinned down by his leg and the pole stabbing through the ground. "We...we need to stop him."

Bizly nodded, "Ye-yeah, I know" goes to reach for the pole. Charlie reaches up to stop his arm. "Let me help you"

"N-no! Don't help me! Just-just focus on stopping them!" Charlie takes a deep breath, "We-...we need to kill him."

Bizly's body stiffen, "I'm not doing that"

Charlie lets go of him and focuses on the pole that's pinning his leg. "We don't have any other choice-WAIT-"

Bizly gets up and runs to Condi, who is getting the blood rush back to him. Not listening to the yelling from behind. The golden blood surrounds Condi, lightly floating around him as his body is loosely being held up like a rag doll. His body is limp, it seems like the gold around them is holding him up.

The eyes are brighter than before as the tired smile remains. "Well, it's finally time for me to kill you. Any last words?"

Bizly takes a deep breath before raising his arms up and having the gun appear in his hands. Aiming straight at him. "I have no idea what's controlling you but I promise to get it out."

Condi bursts out laughing at the gun aiming dead on him. Two shots ring out and hit the right arm. The laughter just got louder. "You're so stupid!" The golden blood starts to burst out at the other side, more of it starts to spread. "This just helps me!"

The golden pillars grow and double in numbers. They grow tall as he watches how badly he fucked himself over. They started to rain down around him and he wasn't so quick this time. The ones around the ground cut up his leg causing him to fall back. Dropping the gun in the process. Then the moment his back hits the ground, there was a golden pole stabbing into his arm.

The stinging from before returned and its so much worse. It feels like his own blood was trying to burn him from the inside and was trying to claw its way out. Starting from the arm and coursing through his body.

The other poles fall back as Condi gets closer to Bizly on the ground. He lightly laughs at the god desperately trying to pull himself away, but freezing at the overwhelming pain coursing through him. "So much on your promise"

Bizly looks up to Condi, still shaking and trying to claw at the pole keeping him down. "We will find something. I-I refuse to go down like this"

Condi scoffs at him before pulling the trident back. The golden poles grow into jagged spikes and ready to strike down at the trapped god.

BANG

Before Condi had the chance to strike, there was a golden spike through his chest. The golden blood from around drops as his wounds continue to bleed out profusely. The golden pole on Bizly's hand fell and he was able to get back up again. But he was stuck in shock of what had happened. A weak laugh escapes Condi as he shakes on spinning to see who shot.

Charlie stood there with the gun in hand and standing still. With a terrified but certain look in his eyes. "I'm sorry, but I needed to."

Another laugh, "Oh I know you did." He sounded weaker, but that didn't make the confidence fade away. Even if he is dying, it sounds like there's still more awaiting them. "Just didn't expect to die with my own weapon. I'm not done yet." The final words sounded slurred as Condi fell.

Bizly shoots up and gets to Condi. He starts to push him, to try to wake him up. There's no reaction as the body is starting to feel colder at the touch. Bizly continues to shake him but...no reaction

He looks up to Charlie, who is still holding the gun and staring where Condi once stood. "You-...you fucking killed him!"

#nugg writes #scu #Slimecicle cinematic universe #condifiction #bizlychannel #slimecicle #scu condi #scu bizly #scu slimecicle

[brittlebonesguy]

season 7. i have high hopes for this one

sandra <3. i have only seen her in one other season and i LOVED her so i hope she’s not a let down like boston rob. well at least they get their sneakers. love that rupert stole all the shoes from the other tribe and they straight up didn’t even notice. sandra bartering queen! the morgan tribe is an absolute mess. so unorganized. and so loud. toothbrushes, live chicken, dead chicken, fishing supplies, wine, hot sauce, lanterns, kerosene, knives, blankets. the drake team is so stacked. can that guy dear god PLEASE pull his underwear up and stop flashing crack. two meatheads shawn and burton already alienating themselves? perfect. ......teenage girls jon? hes insufferable. “i didn’t know they made such an animal” okay i kinda love rupert. good i didn’t like nicole. 

rupert just loving life and catching fish <3. ya’ll chill. sandra was told to get the tarp so she took the tarp. i know for a fact that that when morgan steals from drake they’re gonna be a lot less about it than sandra. she initially came for a water jug which you guys straight up didn’t have so? what is she supposed to do. and she was trying to be civil and you call her a bitch? men just have to be men huh? you broke ruperts spear?? “he got attached, it was kinda his thing” or maybe that spear was your only source of food and losing it is terrible? the morgan tribe is honestly so pathetic. the problem with the morgan team is that its too dude bro heavy.

jon is so incredibly annoying. jokes in him sandra is a survivor legend. and what about you? a little no buddy from season 7... the morgan tribe my god.... they seem cursed. three tribals in a row?

i hope everyone gangs up against shawn burton and michelle <3. tijuana running out into the water without the goggles because she wasn’t supposed to go and then complaining that she cant see.... it’s really so sad that morgan’s first challenge win was thrown to them. thank god it was burton

it doesn’t shock me that osten is the wait until something becomes an immediate problem to deal with it person. rupert absolutely carries its crazy

maybe if jon didn’t make that stupid we threw the first challenge you guys won then andrew wound’t have won that edurance challenge on pure spite alone. trish really tried to stir up the game and i respect that so much but i’m so happy her plan to get rupert out fell through. 

love the outcast twist wonder who they’re gonna vote back in. chill andrew it’s just survivor. i do not like andrew. his presence and his anger make me uncomfortable 

love that lil is sticking up for herself! don’t let andrew push you around. you know you’re at the bottom of the morgan tribe so you might has well jump ship to drake. bye andrew! thank god. 

love the whole rest of the tribe getting together to form an alliance against sandra, christina, and rupert. and them saying alright we made our deal let’s never talk about it again so we don’t get overheard. slay. can lillian just chill out with all this “i’m the worst person ever” crap. its annoying. sandra hiding out in the bushes to eavesdrop ajbdajdb. “very excitable”? i don’t think i like lillian. not sandra being the one to take rupert out of the immunity challenge that sucks for her. burton is a little dangerous in this game. he has a lot of allies and he is shockingly good at like every challenge. he should probably cut back on the challenges a little if he wants to keep a target off his back. also i like rupert and all but his confidence is a little annoying and also i feel like he takes things too seriously. not with this alpha male shit again jeff. sandra wtf was that random jon vote?? like girl....

burton just immediately jumping down sandra and christina’s throat about the missing fish. i just feel like in a lord of the flies situation burton would kill somebody because he’s gone insane and is suspicious of them. SANDRA? IT WAS YOU? no wonder she’s a survivor villian. .....jon? that’s so fucked up. lying about your grandma dying? asshole. honestly really happy burton got the immunity idol snatched off his neck. this grandma stuff is really gonna come back to bite jon.

Sandra is so evil for hiding all this stuff. I love it though. it's so vindictive. survivor men are the worst breed. they are so sexist every time. they have an "intellectual advantage" over them 🙄 love all these darrah immunity wins. bye bye burton AGAIN 🤭 that's what you get for being sexist. now see, burton, if I were lill I wouldn't give a shit about our alliance considering I would be in third place and you've bad mouthed my intelligence. bitch.

wow jon is just gonna double down on that sexism huh? stop this immunity challenge is so funny. I hope the jury wins. hysterical. so sad they didn't. however i do love that you can see jeff's comment about lil having too big of morals to even let jon have the CHANCE to win the money seep right into her head. bye darrah, i don't really care that you're gone. ......all jon had to say about that woman was rocking body? foul. and they did ryan s so dirty by showing that clip of him with snot falling out of his nose. greattttttt lil gets to decide.....😒 thank CHRIST jon is gone. and hes STILL GOING WITH THE SEXISM. lil is absolutely bombing this. she's rubbing the jury wrong from every angle. but truly at the end there, i have no clue where the jury stands.

damn jeff finally stopped his stupid traveling montage that went on for way too long. i'm gonna miss it. yessssss!!! sandra winning was the best possible outcome with that final 4 thank goodness. so true whatever your name is, i also don't like that those men are saying lil isn't allowed to lie in a lying game just because she happened to be wearing her scout uniform. the dogging on jon is so fun. and when he tries to lean into the villian thing with "maybe my grandpa will die for all stars" and the crowd just BOOED. hysterical.

okay so in conclusion i think 9/10 season. very enjoyable, fun game play and sandra <3

#survivor #survivor7

[piningeddiediaz]

the thing is right… this isn’t even about buddie. it’s literally me looking at this relationship between buck and taylor with my ‘i love evan buckley’ goggles and still finding it absolutely heartbreaking just how much he is regressing. he’s not happy here, even if he tries to make himself be

#i just. i took the buddie goggles off and i tried to see if it makes it better and jt DOESNT #just let this man be happy. he’s had enough trauma to last a lifetime me thinks #evan buckley #anti bucktaylor #911 fox

[lizzielikeborden]

TUA- How You Meet

Authors Note: I am starting preferences please feel free to leave a request about what preferences you would like to see :). 

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Luther Hargreeves: You were wandering around a science and space museum with a friend. You had just gotten done with the more chemistry and experiment section and decided to go sit down in the cafe with the stars overhead. It was basically just a green screen but gorgeous none the less. Around the cafe there were exhibits of the moon and planets. No one was really around due to the time being quite early. But, there did happen to be one man in front of the moon. He looked massive compared to the stand next to him that explained what that specific diagram was about, but even to the size of the moon diagram itself. From the time you got breakfast to the time you ate it he just stood there. Your friend finished their food earlier than you and had to use the restroom so you waited there. The man still hadn’t moved, you went and stood next to him not wanting to sit alone at the table.  

“So, do you like the moon or all of space?” You kept eye contact with the moon diagram, not wanting to make the stranger uncomfortable. 

He didn’t acknowledge you at first but then he sniffled and moved his hand under his eye across his cheek, “I guess just the moon.” 

“Are you okay?” You turned toward him after hearing his voice crack and noticed how lightly swollen his face was. You felt bad that he was alone, because your food had at least taken 20 minutes and eating it was another 10 at best. So he had been there quite sometime, and he looked really upset.

“Uh yeah. I guess I am.” He smiled at you curving his lips towards mouth. He looked extremely tired and sad. But of course you didn’t know him and did not expect him to tell you his life story or even how his day was going right then. So instead you came up with the only thing you could think to do. 

“Well, I know this is crazy, but you’re here alone so I assume you’ll eventually get bored of hanging out next to the moon alone. So,” You pulled out a receipt and a pen from your little bag and used your thigh as a table, “Here’s my number, call anytime.” You passed the piece of paper to him and he took it. Your friend was sitting at the table, so you waved him goodbye and went back to them. 

Diego Hargreeves: You were grocery shopping really late at night. You had neglected to do that all day, but got bored enough at about 9:00 PM, an hour before the store closed to go shop. When you pulled up to the parking lot there were only four cars, most likely a cashier, a stocker, and one other shopper. You settled for getting a basket and only getting what you really needed. Usually you would be wide awake at night, but lately stress has been making you tired at random times. Not to mention staying up until unreasonable hours in the morning and then only sleeping 2-3 hours. You were leaning against one of the fridge doors next to the water and milk. You only needed some bottles of water, maybe pop, and milk to cook with. However you were falling asleep right against it. Until you heard a voice, 

“Excuse me.” He opened the door you were leaning against thinking you would move. He assumed you were just leaning, not sleeping. 

You felt your body move and instead of catching yourself or even being close to be able to you fell on your butt. Everything in your basket tumbled around on the floor, thought not much it looked like quite a mess. Instead of getting up to pick them up you just laid your head down on the cold tile floor. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” The man came over and looked over you, then got down on a knee and put two fingers on your neck to check your pulse. 

“I’m alive, just extremely exhausted.” You looked at him with lazy eyes with heavy eyelids. 

“Here.” He took your hand and you squeezed his, he helped pull you to your feet and picked up your things for you. He put them back in your basket and handed it back to you. 

“I’m Diego.” Your hand was in yours again and you held it, even though it was to shake. So he shook and you followed in suit. 

“I’m Y/N.” You let go of his hand and walked next to him. 

“I hope you don’t mind, but I am gonna make sure you make it to your car at least.” He walked with you as you made your way to the self checkout.

“Thanks superman, I could really use it.” You giggled at him as you finished up. Then you took the pen from the container next to the checkout and wrote down your address and number down on the empty part of your receipt. Then ripped it off the bottom. Diego walked you to your car and unloaded all your groceries into the trunk of your car. Before he could leave you grabbed his hand and said,

“If you ever wanna check on me or anything else here’s how to find me or get ahold of me.” 

He took the paper from your hand and smiled nodding at you. He took a step back from the car and you drove home. 

Klaus Hargreeves: A groan came from behind the trash cans next to your apartment. You decided to take out the trash since the bag was ready to overflow. Though it may not have been a very smart or safe choice, you peeked around the corner. There you saw a grown man laying on the concrete, he looked pretty beat up. You took a few steps closer and noticed more bruises and blood on his skin. When you got close enough that he could see you he flinched and curled up into a ball with a groan.

“Hey, no, I’m not gonna hurt you. What happened?” You squatted down next to him and tried to coax him from his laying position that looked incredibly uncomfortable. He looked at your eyes and rolled over onto his back.

“Being sober fucking sucks.” He groaned and you reached out to give him a hand. He took it and sat up.

“I don’t think it sucks,” you chuckled, “I think whatever happened here is what sucks.”

“Hm. I guess you’re right,” he sighed and continued, “I was just walking home, no car, can’t drive. And I guess these big guys didn’t like what I was wearing because they were staring me down,” he put his hands around his eyes as if they were goggles and made his eyes big, “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking and barely grazed this guys arm. He lost it and then his buddies decided to join in.”

“Well, I can take you home or to the hospital. I have a car and I don’t think those guys will come back to break into my moving vehicle.” You stood up with his hand still in yours. He put his other hand on the ground and stood up letting you help him. 

“You’d really take me home?” He let go of your hand as you walked to the parking garage. 

“Yes? Of course I would. Do you want me to?” He followed behind you carefully and in pain. 

You ran over and unlocked your car, then opened the passenger side door and helped him in. You buckled his seatbelt and shut the door. Then got in the drivers side and started on your way out. 

“Where do you live?” You asked. 

“Take like two lefts from here, go straight, and it’s the first building on the right.” He pointed and made directions with his hands. 

You followed his instructions and he was dozing in and out of sleep next to you. You only lived about 15 minutes away from each other, when you arrived at his place of residency he was still asleep. 

“Hi, Uh, shit I don’t know you’re name but we’re here.” You lightly shook him on his shoulder. 

“My names Klaus, and thank you so much.” He took your hand and kissed it.

“I’m Y/N and you’re welcome. You know where I live and I know where you live so if you ever need me just ask for me at the front desk. I’ll be there.” 

He smiled and got out of his car. As you left he turned around and waved at you as you headed home. 

Ben Hargreeves: The same page hours later is where you were. You had been sitting in the back of a book store with a book you had bought trying to read it. This particular book store was quite large and had section where it was more like a library. Of course the book store was quite busy and loud with young kids picking out their first book, comic book kids freaking out over some major finds, and the people who used the computers to watch videos without headphones. With all the noise and people to look at and hear you were absolutely beyond distracted. You were about the only person in the section other than a young man with headphones on that was reading a book about a band. You were so focused on these two little kids trying to pick out books you didn’t notice someone next to you. 

“Hey, we’re reading the same thing.” He spoke out, he sounded a bit nervous but kind as well. 

When you broke focus and looked over at him he was still looking at you with a goofy grin on his face. You took a look at the book he was reading and the two of you were in fact reading the same thing. 

“Looks like we are, I think I like your taste.” You commented back at him with a smile. He looked at you questionably,

“You think?” 

“Oh well. I haven’t gotten but a few pages in, I thought this would be a great place to read considering how beautiful it is and that they sell books. But, it’s crazy everywhere here.”

“Well, if you ever want a quiet place to read, I know a good one,” he took a deep breath in, “and if you want we could read together.” 

“I think i’d like that, we should hang out and read sometime, or do anything.” You spoke with a smile on your face.

“I’m Ben by the way, and if you can’t tell I don’t have many friends.” Ben was a bit awkward and clearly nervous. He had his hand in between the pages he was on and held the book that way. You could tell his hands were shaking underneath. 

“I’m Y/N and I couldn’t tell at all.” You giggled at him and put a hand out for him to shake. He lifted a shaky hand and took it gently to shake. 

“Not at all?” 

“Maybe just a little.” You let go of his hand that you both didn’t seem to realize you still hadn’t let go. 

“Here let me write down my number and uh that place I was talking about.” He looked around for a piece of paper and a pen. The longer he was taking the more red in the face he became. You took a pen out of your bag and held out your fist. 

“Here just write it on my hand. I’ll write it down when I get home.” He took your hand gently and wrote down everything he said he would. 

“Well, I better get home and write this somewhere it can stay.” You rose from your seat and waved him goodbye with your book that was in the same hand he had wrote on. 

Five Hargreeves: 6:00 AM, a beautiful summer sun rise, and a cup of water in a coffee shop was all you needed. You had just finished writing one of the biggest papers ever and had spent all night trying to keep yourself awake. You were simply waiting for your body to crash, so you walked to the coffee shop and got a sweet treat and some water. You were the only one there, since they weren’t even open when you showed up. The bell above the door rang and the old lady who was waitressing had just started making some fresh donuts and coffee. 

“It’ll be done in just a moment.” She spoke kindly and continued to her baking. 

A young man dressed in what looked like a school uniform sat down next to you. He looked over and you and you returned his gaze. 

“Come here often?” He asked you, he turned to face forward instead of keeping eye contact. He had a light smirk on his face and he put his hands up on the table connected together by his fingers.

“No not really, do you?” You took a sip of your water and looked forward copying him. 

“Yes actually, all the time, well I used to at least. Just now getting back to being around here.” He tapped his right hand on the table, disconnecting it from the other one. 

The old woman came back over and put a mug of black coffee directly in front of him. He nodded his head and thanked her, picking up his cup he sipped at the coffee. 

“You drink black coffee? Just like that?” You questioned, you had never really seen anyone your age not put anything in their coffee.

“Yes.” He gestured toward his cup showing you that there was clearly nothing else in it.

“Hm. Never had it.” You drank the last of your water and sat the glass down. 

“Maybe you should come around here more, I’ll get you some to try.” He said looking at you again as you rose from your seat. 

“Maybe I will.” You smiled at him. 

“I know you will.” He smiled back and then turned back around.

He knows I will? What? You thought to yourself after stepping outside into the warm air. You thought he was quite weird, but that was the least of it. Just wait until the day you learned his name was Five. 

#luther hargreeves #luther hargreeves x reader #luther hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves x you #diego x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves imagine #klaus hargreeves #five x reader #five imagine #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves

[babygirl-diaz]

Samtember 23: Happy Birthday

2193 Words | Rated G | For @samwilsonfest

Sam felt like he was missing something when he woke up this morning. But he shrugged it off, thinking that if it was important, it would come to him eventually. So he went on his usual run, came back home to shower, make himself coffee before heading out to the base to train Joaquin. All the while, he kept getting the sense that he was forgetting something important.

As he flew up in the air with Joaquin behind him, he heard the younger man's voice in his ear...

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Sam. Happy birthday to you," he sang. "Sam, get to the ground, I want to show you something."

"Show me what?" Sam asked.

"Can't tell you, man. It's a surprise."

Sam rolled his eyes behind his goggles and dove towards the ground. When he got to his feet, he looked around and found a couple of guys from the air force standing around, looking up at the sky. Curious, Sam looked up too, and his eyes widened. Joaquin had written "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAM," in the sky.

"Happy birthday, Sam."

"Happy birthday, Cap."

The air force guys wished him.

When Joaquin got back to the ground, he gave Sam a broad smile and pulled him into a hug, much to Sam's surprise. "Happy birthday, Cap!"

"Thanks, man," Sam awkwardly pat him on the back.

"Wanna get lunch? My treat," said Joaquin.

Sam contemplated the offer. He didn't have to do anything for the rest of the day and he was far from home, so it would be nice not to spend his birthday alone.

"Okay."

They ended up at a bar, although it was only 1 PM. After a cheeseburger, a couple of beers, and a great conversation with Joaquin, Sam was a happy camper. Once they finished lunch, Joaquin headed to the bathroom, giving Sam time to finally look at his phone.

"Shit," he hissed when he realized he had 20 missed calls from Sarah as well as 5 messages asking him to call her back.

Figuring that Sarah must want to wish him on his birthday, he called her back.

"Sam! Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you all morning!"

"Hello to you too, sis," Sam chuckled. "Sorry, I was a little busy--"

"Sam, I need you to come home."

Sam sat up straight, the buzz of the beer immediately wearing off when he heard the worry in his sister's voice. "What's wrong?"

"Can't tell you that over the phone. Could you please just come back today?"

"I- I can't drive. I've been drinking."

"It's only 2 PM there! Can't you catch a flight? I'll pick you up from New Orleans."

"Okay," Sam replied. "Yeah, okay, I'll be there. Whatever this is, can't it wait till tomorrow?"

"No, it's really urgent, Sam. I'm kinda in a whole lotta trouble."

"Shit, Sarah. What did you do?" Sam rubbed his forehead.

"Just get here!" Sarah said before hanging up.

"Everything okay?"

Sam looked up to find Joaquin giving him a concerned look.

"It's my sister. She's in some kinda trouble. She needs me home right away."

"Damn," said Joaquin. "What you gonna do now?"

"Head home." Sam sighed as he looked up flights on Google.

"You driving?" Joaquin asked.

"Been drinking, Joaquin. Can't drive," Sam replied, although he felt much sober now.

"I could drive you! A road trip will be nice!"

"You've been drinking too, buddy," Sam reminded him. Joaquin looked visibly disappointed, but he nodded. Sam booked the flight and got up from his seat. "Thanks for lunch, man. This was great. Let's catch up when I get back."

With that, he gave Joaquin a quick hug before heading back to his apartment to pack.

***

On the plane, Sam tried to relax but he couldn’t.

“You alright there?” Sam’s neighbor asked.

Sam tried not to groan. So the person beside him was a talker. “Yeah, I’m good,” Sam replied and finally looked over at the person. He had to do a double-take because the guy looked so much like Steve. But that wasn’t all. Sam had actually seen him somewhere before.

“Wait… Don’t I know you?” Both the guy and Sam asked at the same time. The guy laughed and shook his head.

“I’m Toby,” he introduced himself.

“You’re the guy that plays Steve Rogers on the Broadway show…” Sam trailed off. Sam felt a pang in his heart as he continued to watch the guy.

“Yeah and you’re the real Captain America,” the guy -Toby- said, giving him a smile. “Sorry, this must be really weird,” he continued.

“You have no idea.” Sam laughed humorlessly and shook his head.

“Can I ask you something?” Toby asked.

“No, he was a terrible singer,” Sam replied.

Toby looked confused for a second before he burst out laughing. “You a mind reader too, huh? Is that your superpower?”

“I wish,” Sam scoffed. “No, but really, what was your question?”

“Is he on the moon?” A smirk spread across Toby’s lips.

“Yeah, he’s totally on the moon. Just chilling up there. I actually fly up there every uh-- Monday and Thursday and we hang out.” Sam rolled his eyes.

That made Toby laugh even more. “Man, you’re hilarious,” as his laughter died down, a serious look spread across his face, “Can I make this even weirder?” He asked.

Sam raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t reply.

“Happy birthday,” said Toby.

“How did you--”

“I follow you. Quite extensively,” Toby replied, visibly cringing. “I am kind of a huge fanboy.”

Sam blinked at him and tried to find the right words. He was flattered… but also weirded out.

“And now you look like you’re looking for an escape route.” Toby awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “And that wasn’t even the weird part.”

“There’s more?” Sam asked, surprised.

“Yeah, I was going to ask if you would like to go out with me sometime?”

“Oh…” Sam mumbled. “Look, I’m flattered but…”

“But it’s weird. Dating your potentially dead best friend’s look alike?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Sam laughed awkwardly. “I wish the circumstances were different cause you’re a very good-looking guy. Besides, I live in D.C. and you live in New York… it wouldn’t work.” Speaking of New York, Sam looked down at his phone and realized he had no calls or messages from Bucky. He felt another pang in his heart. Did Bucky forget it was Sam’s birthday? Sam could forgive Sarah for forgetting since she was stressed out, but Bucky had no excuse.

“Hello?” Toby brought Sam out of his thoughts and Sam looked over at him to find the guy giving him a curious look. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. And sorry again.”

“Oh, don’t sweat it. Can I have your phone?” Toby asked.

Sam looked at him suspiciously, but then he unlocked his phone and gave it to the actor.

“That’s my number. If you ever wanna watch the show, just hit me up and I’ll leave you the tickets. Or if you ever just wanna hang out, lemme know.” The guy gave him a charming smile that resembled Steve’s before handing over his phone.

They landed soon and Toby wished Sam a happy birthday once again before they parted ways.

Sam’s phone rang as he made his way to the exit and he quickly took it out, only to find it was Sharon. He tried not to sound disappointed as he answered the phone, “Hey Sharon.”

“Happy birthday, Sam,” she said, making Sam smile.

“Thanks,” Sam replied.

“Where are you? I was hoping to take you out to dinner tonight. Figured you wouldn’t want to be on your own on your birthday.”

“I’m in Louisiana,” Sam replied. “Just landed here.”

“Oh wow. That wasn’t in your plan until yesterday.”

“Plans changed,” Sam replied, shrugging, although she couldn’t see him.

“Well, I owe you dinner then,” said Sharon. “Catch up with me when you get back?”

“Will do.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up by the time Sam got to the exit. Sam then called up Sarah. “Where are you?” He asked.

“I’m almost there,” Sarah replied.

Sarah was there 5 minutes later and when Sam opened the passenger door to get in, he heard part of the conversation she was having on the phone. “I’m on my way,” she said to someone. “I swear Bu-- Bonnie, if you mess this up--”

Sam frowned at that. He was so sure Sarah was about to say Bucky.

“What, you too old to give your sister a hug now?” Sarah asked after she hung up.

Sam rolled his eyes at her dramatics and reached over to hug her. “How you doing?” He asked.

“I could be better,” Sarah replied.

Sam pulled apart and gave her a sympathetic look. “You wanna tell me what’s going on now?” He asked as she pulled out of the loading zone.

“When we get home,” Sarah replied. “Can we talk about something else for now?”

“Okay,” Sam sighed and let it go. For now.

They talked about Sam’s Cap job. Sarah seemed proud of him. She even said so multiple times, which made Sam smile throughout their ride to Delacroix.

“So who’s Bonnie and why were you threatening her?” Sam asked as they pulled up in the driveway.

“Oh, she’s just one of the moms in PTA. We have a fundraiser coming up but it’s hard to leave her in charge of things.” Sarah replied as she typed away on her phone.

“Then why do you?” Sam asked as he got out of the car and grabbed his backpack.

“I ask myself the same question,” Sarah mumbled under her breath, but Sam still heard it.

The house was eerily quiet when Sam and Sarah got inside. “Where are the boys?” Sam asked. But then he heard noises in the backyard and immediately became alert. “Is there someone back there?” Sam asked.

“Why don’t you go check it out?” Sarah suggested.

Her nonchalance took Sam aback but he said nothing as he made his way towards the backdoor.

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAM!”

“Shit!” Sam almost fell back when a group of about 30 people greeted him in the backyard. “What is happening?” Sam asked, dumbfounded.

“Your birthday, that’s what, Uncle Sam!” AJ laughed as he and Cass came over and hugged him. “Happy birthday, Uncle Sam,” both kids wished him at the same time.

Sam felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around to see Sarah smiling broadly at him. “Happy birthday, Sam,” she wished him but couldn’t give him a hug as she was holding his birthday cake. So Sam gave her a side hug instead.

“Is Bucky here too?” He asked when he noticed the Oreo cake Sarah was holding.

“Yeah, he’s in the back there, trying but failing to grill,” she laughed. “Go get him while I get the cake set up.”

Sam nodded and made his way through the crowd, greeting and talking to pretty much everyone.

“So this is why I didn’t get any calls or messages from you,” Sam said when he finally got to Bucky.

Bucky turned around and smirked at him. “Had I known you were waiting for my call, Wilson--”

“I wasn’t!” Sam answered a little quicker than necessary.

“Right…” Bucky trailed off. “Well, get over here so I can wish you!”

“Alright, bossy,” Sam shook his head before walking over to Bucky and giving him a tight hug.

“Happy birthday, Sam,” Bucky said, hugging him back.

They pulled apart but stayed close together, Sam’s eyes briefly trailing down to Bucky’s lips.

“You gonna kiss me?” Bucky asked.

Sam immediately looked up at him. “What? No!”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it if you did,” Bucky replied.

“Of course you wouldn’t,” Sam laughed and moved away from him. “So you and Sarah plan this?”

“The boys came up with the idea. Sarah called me up last week and asked if I was in. Of course, I was.”

“You came all the way from New York, just to prepare for my surprise birthday party?” Sam asked, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Don’t look too happy. I did it for Sarah and the boys.”

“Right…” Sam trailed off, rolling his eyes. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Nothing does. You’re kinda in my thoughts all the time.”

Sam opened and closed his mouth a few times but no words came out.

“I’m as the kids say ‘a simp for you’” Bucky snickered at his own terrible joke.

Sam put his hand behind Bucky’s head and pulled him in to kiss him. Bucky seemed surprised at first but then he kissed him back.

When they pulled apart, Sam smiled at Bucky. “Now come on. Time for my terrible Oreo cake.”

“Hey! It’s the best cake out there!” Bucky protested. “And this time I made it myself.” He added, much to Sam’s surprise.

“I didn’t have a death wish on my birthday,” Sam joked.

“Haha hilarious,” Bucky said with a roll of his eyes.

“I’m a grade-A comedian!” Sam winked at him.

#Samtember 2021 #Samtember #Submission #Sam Wilson #Captain America #Joaquin Torres #Sarah Wilson #Bucky Barnes #sambucky

[helliontherapscallion]

Whistle While You Work (Adrenaline Junkie Blurb)

(A/N): I don’t know how to whistle lmao

Anyways, this is indeed canon and takes place sometime between Chapters 13 and 14. Sorry this isn’t an actual update/chapter. Also, this is unedited

Warnings: none, all fluff : )

“How do you do that?” 

You paused and put down your wrench, sliding out from under the contraption you and Arthur were currently building. You sat up and wiped at the sweat that formed on your brow and gave the boy a confused look. 

“Do what, fledgling?” He furrowed his brows together, “that sound you were making!” 

…What? 

At your blank stare, he crossed his arms and looked at you impatiently, “you know! Like… like…” he sighed in frustration before he crossed his arms and looked off to the side, “nevermind.” 

You stared at him for a moment before you shrugged to yourself and laid back down on the creeper seat, looking at him in reassurance, “if you figure out what it is, just let me know buddy! You’ll get it eventually.” 

Giving him one last smile, you slid back under the metal frame and got back to work. A few moments passed with you asking Arthur to hand you different tools and answering any questions he had while he worked on the exterior. When a few minutes passed without any questions or conversations, you absentmindedly began whistling a tune you had heard a while back. 

“THAT!” 

You jumped in shock only to yelp when your forehead directly hit one of the metal parts you were installing. Falling back onto the creeper seat, you rolled yourself out and clutched your head in pain. A soft gasp sounded next to you before you heard Arthur hurry over to your side. 

“Shoot, (y/n) I’m so sorry I didn’t...” He stumbled over his words before he stopped talking all together.

“It’s okay,” you took a breath in and removed your hands. Nothing besides coal and redstone residue stained your gloves, that was good. Your goggles didn’t have any cracks in them either. “Just make sure we keep the loud noises at a minimum.” 

“Are you hurt?” You could hear his voice shaking slightly, so you looked over to see him looking at you in slight horror. You shook your head, “no, it just surprised me is all. I’m not mad at you, you know. I could never be mad at you.” You pulled him into a quick hug before it dawned on you; he was talking about your whistling earlier. “Arthur?” He pulled away slightly and looked at you in question, a small shred of guilt still swimming in his irises. “Was this the sound you were talking about?” 

You whistled and watched as he perked up and nodded his head vigorously, a small smile replacing the slight grimace and the guilt being replaced with intrigue. “Yes!” 

You chuckled and pulled your goggles off from your head. Wiping at the sweat that had formed on your brow, you stretched your wing out. Satisfying pops sounded from your joints making you smile at the relief it brought you. You looked back at Arthur with a smile, “that’s called whistling. I can teach you how, if you want.” 

His eyes and his smile lit up like the stars in the night sky. If he could blind you with his smile, you would’ve been completely blind within seconds of first meeting him. His smile was contagious, never failing to brighten your mood. You found yourself smiling widely at his enthusiasm. 

You led him inside and got the both of you cleaned up. On the couch, you sat facing him with your feet folded one over the other. Arthur copied your actions, sitting up straight as he looked at you expectantly. 

“Well for starters I’ve never really taught anybody how to whistle, it just comes naturally to me because I’m a… well, I’m some sort of bird hybrid,” when you saw him deflate slightly, you were quick to reassure him. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t teach you though! You’re a fast learner, I’m sure you’ll catch onto it quickly. To start, you’re gonna want to put your lips into an ‘o’ shape, like this.” You pucker your lips into an ‘o’ and watched as he did the same, albeit a bit too large. “Er, a tad smaller.” 

His eyebrows furrowed and, without moving his lips, he asked, “‘ike dis?” He tightened his lips slightly. You nodded, a bit unsure of yourself, “...yeah? We’ll adjust as we go. Gently press your tongue on the back of your teeth.” 

You both sat there adjusting his mouth for a while and you could see that he was getting dejected at the lack of progress. “I don’t know, (y/n),” he sighed, “what if I just can’t whistle?” 

“You just gotta keep trying! You’ll get it eventually. Here, maybe try relaxing a bit more and blowing softer?” He pursed his lips before he tried that, a high pitched whistle coming from him. He immediately stopped and touched his lips with his fingertips in awe. “I did it,” he whispered to himself, shocked. 

You grinned widely at him and pulled him into a tight hug, “you did it! I knew you could, you’re my son after all. I’m proud of you.” 

“I’m gonna be just as good as you are one day!” 

He practiced non stop after that, always whistling as he did small things around the house. Philza, noticing this, jokingly told you that you were raising a clone of yourself.

Eventually, he got to the point where it was second nature to him and he could whistle different notes with a good tone. While you both were working, you would whistle a small rhythm and he would follow. This spiraled into the both of you making up songs and whistling together in simple harmonies. 

If Philza didn’t know where either of you were, he quickly learned that wherever there was whistling, there was (y/n) and Arthur. If separated from each other in public, all the other had to do was whistle a part of a song and the other would have no trouble finding them. Whenever you two were working together, whistling became a way for you both to further bond over; even the smallest of medlies was enough to lift the mood. 

Arthur was your little songbird.

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[tragedy-for-sale]

Wear and Tear: Hunter

TW for the choking scene and stuff (Like actually bud). I've written this one three times over, this version was very much inspired (and helped me realized the direction I wanted to take with this fic) by @imrowanartist 's post of Hunter.

They were siblings, brothers, but Hunter always felt responsible as if he was a parent. He was present but isolated in some way, he loved them but couldn't accept love in turn. Hunter was always there, he always showed up, except for himself.

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An empty room, why it is was empty, Hunter didn't know. "Hunter, have you seen Lula?" A small little voice said, not Omega, no. But who? It was a little voice he hadn't heard in a lifetime. "Hunter? I'm sorry, I know I should have said something." the little voice said, Hunter almost turned his head. But facing forward he stayed. Who was speaking? He was someone he knew. Crosshair! Once upon a time, that was the little voice that belonged to his littlest brother. "Hunter. Why didn't you notice? Don't you care?"

"Of course I do." Hunter turned around, kneeling down. A soft smile spread across his face as he saw Crosshair, "Hey buddy," He said softly, "I'm sorry I didn't notice, let's do something about that, what's wrong?" Hunter asked, taking his brother's hand. Oh, he used to be so small, he used to know he was loved, he used to be happy, he used to be safe. So Hunter took Crosshair's hand, pulling him into a hug and picking him up. "I miss you."

"I know you do," Crosshair, or, this little cadet Hunter convinced himself was Crosshair, mumbled as he closed his eyes to sleep, but then his eyes shot open. "You know, you never would of had to miss me if you'd just done something!" The boy pushed away, falling out of Hunter's arms, falling away and fading away.

"Crosshair!" Hunter screamed, hand reaching out, but he was already gone. He was already gone.

"Hunter, I know it is late, but perhaps, I may speak with you?" Tech. Hunter turned around and took a look. Tech stood tall, no data pad, no goggles, no armor. He was in his pajamas. "I need to ask you something."

"Y-yeah, ask away." Hunter forced himself to speak, he couldn't help but to look around, what what going on?

"Echo and I were talking and Omega overheard. But, when are we gonna bring Crosshair home?" He asked, "Oh, when are we going to see Rex again?" Another question, "What if I don't survive my surgery? You will need to work on your friendship with Echo immensely, I don't want him to feel more lonely than he does. Promise me?" This continued, "When are we going to talk to Wrecker? When are were going to tell Omega we love her? When are were going to admit that Crosshair's-"

"Stop asking me questions! I don't know!"

"When are you gonna admit what happened is all your fault?!" Tech screamed before fading away. Hunter let out a groan, stomping his feet as discomfort rose up from the floor, making his body ache, causing his stomach to turn, taking away his ability to breath. "When are you gonna admit you're in pain?" Discomfort took the form of hands, his brother's hands. Hunter kicked out against an invisible force and fell back, landing on the refresher floor.

Hunter let out a loud gasp, shaking, he pulled his limbs closer, hugging himself as he started to sob. But then he heard footsteps. He got to his feet in an instant, wiping his tears. Big brothers don't cry, not unless we're alone and they can't hear. Hunter swiftly turned around and headed towards the sink. Turning on the facet, he splashed his face with cold water again and again. As he did, he heard the door open, the sound of the heavy footsteps: Wrecker. "Hey, I'll be out in a sec." He spoke. Now why Wrecker didn't say anything Hunter didn't know, it wasn't until he found himself in the air, gasping for air yet again that he realized why.

He shot up in a cold sweat, panting for air. For a moment he sat there, hand going to his neck. Looking out to the room, he calmed his breath down, they were all here. Almost. He scanned over his family yet again, making a note of where Wrecker was before getting up. With silent steps, he made his way to the refresher, Hunter tried his best to hide his desperate steps, he was almost frantic, as if he was being chased by the shadows, he hurried to close the door.

Looking around carefully, he made sure he wasn't dreaming this time. Because now he was terrified. I should lock the door. He didn't lock the door though. He walked to the sink, turning on the water, he swiftly shut it off. Walking to the shower door, opening it and closing it. It was then Hunter let out his breath. Now he could breath, he was no longer dreaming, Wrecker would no longer hurt him.

He paced, hugging himself as he tried not to think about his nightmare, even more so than all his mind brought to his attention. Crosshair and Wrecker. It was all his fault! Hunter whimpered, shaking his head, "Oh stars." He muttered, gripping his sleeves tightly, digging into his skin with intention to break skin. Why did he have to feel so awful all the time? He was sinking to the floor when he heard footsteps, he froze, silencing his breath and cries, something he mastered quite young. Hunter rolled his feet so his steps could not be heard, making his way to the sink.

He at last, looked in the mirror, taking off his bandanna and unbuckling the neck of his blacks. Hunter knew who was coming, and as the door opened, fear ran up his spine, "Hunter?" Fear slithered its way into Hunter's eyes, tears streaming down as he shook, trying so hard to stay still, to not exist. A hand on his shoulder caused Hunter to jump, turning around, one hand guarding his chest, the other unable to move. Through his flooded eyes, Hunter looked up, Wrecker.

Wrecker froze, his expression softening as he retreated his hand to his side, "Hunter." The pain between them was incomparable to anything yet. Wrecker made him flinch. Made him cry. Worst of all, Hunter was protecting himself, from Wrecker. "I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered, taking a step back. He wasn't going to hurt him, he would never hurt him.

"I-" Hunter couldn't manage a single word, he simply stared up at Wrecker and cried. He couldn't stop the tears. Wrecker took another step back, he was going to talk to him, but this, this wasn't the time, was it? "I, I miss Crosshair." he blurted.

Wrecker turned, raising an eyebrow, "What?"

"Crosshair," Hunter wiped his eyes, "I had a dream, he was a cadet again, I told him I missed him and he told me it's my fault, then he disappeared and Tech was asking me a bunch of questions and he was going to ask 'When are we going to admit Crosshair's never coming home?'" Hunter rambled, "When are we gonna admit we're not okay? That I'm not okay?!" His arms straightened to his side as he practically yelled. "I'm not okay." He told himself.

Wrecker's shoulders slumped, looking down, "We'll get Crosshair back, we're not gonna give up on him." Wrecker told Hunter. But that wasn't what Hunter wanted to hear, not that Hunter knew what he wanted to hear. "If you ever wanna talk about Cross' I can-"

"I mean I'm not okay with you." He screamed, causing Wrecker's expression to fall. "Wrecker," His brother looked him in the eye, "I can't breath properly, I, uh, I wheeze slightly with every breath? Have you noticed? Oh, and I, I can't let Tech out of my sight either, 'cause the second I turned my back you started choking him out and I was powerless to stop it, so I don't take my eyes off of him. Did you notice? 'Cause if you didn't-"

"I noticed, I noticed all of it." Wrecker inturrupted. "I noticed Echo hovers Tech, I noticed Omega's eyes watching me, I noticed Tech messing with the collar of his blacks, and I noticed you, how you've been avoiding me, how you can't be five feet near me." Wrecker recalled, "I noticed how you guys look at me, like I'm a monster, like I might hurt you any second. You all try your best to pretend you're not at least a little bit scared of me now, you all pretend that your love for me is enough to overlook what I did. It's not." It was only natural to be weary. For all the trust they had in each other had taken a blow, one that would heal slow. "I know it's not."

Hunter had managed to stop his tears and even his shaking, but the pain remained. Why did everything have to be so hard? "It wasn't you, you weren't in control, you didn't have a choice."

"Yeah, but you don't believe that, you want to, but not enough time has passed." Wrecker, for all his messing around, all his jokes and recklessness, for all that, he sure knew a lot. He knew when he was too much, when he'd punched a little too hard, he knew every time he screwed up.

"I wish I didn't need time." Hunter let out a sigh, crossing his arms. All he ever did was feel bad. Physically and emotionally. This was getting rather draining. "I really wish I didn't need space from you."

"I know." Wrecker offered a pathetic smile, "But I hurt you. So I understand." Wrecker sighed as he walked to the doorway, preparing to leave. "It's okay, Hunter, you're allowed to be weary, because it's not me you're afraid of, it's what I can do." Hunter nodded.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Wrecker said, he would give his brother a hug but Hunter didn't want to be touched. He would wish his brother a 'goodnight' but 'goodnights' didn't exist anymore. Wrecker would smile, but he had no strength to. So what did he do? He gave Hunter a nod, "Stay here long as you need, just promise me one thing."

"Anything."

"Promise me you'll get some sleep, lil' bro."

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#not like actual resolution #but working towards it #you'll notice in Tech's story he was able to interact with Wrecker and seemingly forgive easier #it wasn't that it was easier for Tech to forgive Wrecker #to me it's that Tech doesn't entirely remember or understand what happened #he doesn't know so it's easy for him to overlook #but Hunter remembers and knew exactly what was happening #so forgiving Wrecker seemed a bit harder #they'll get there #clones #clone wars #star wars #tcw #sw #bad batch #tech #wrecker #Hunter #crosshair #the bad batch #tbb

[downywrites]

Sap.

Dream and george find out that water makes sap very sensitive and use it to their advantage.

The rain was pouring. Pouring a little too hard for the blaze hybrid’s liking. Sapnap leaned on the side of the railway, avoiding the droplets of water that threatened to fall on top of him with every shift of the wind. The cutting edge of the wind felt like a blade to his throat, soft sizzling emanating from his form. He sighed softly. “Where are the other two? They said that they would be here to get me that stupid umbrella I need.” A scoff. “Seriously, are they busy snogging or something? Prime, they are the most annoying people on the SMP-” 

Footsteps on the path snapped him out of his trance.

 He stepped back from the railing in surprise. “Hello?” Tail softly lashing back and forth, he turned around to see absolutely nothing but a haze of rain. Dejected, he looked down at his shoes. “Of course it wasn’t them. It’s probably Tommy or something. Another round of footsteps graced his ears. He perked up again for a moment, excited. His chest raced with muted interest. “Dream? George?” Again, no sound but the pattering rain pierced the air. He shook his head back and forth. Was he hearing things? He stepped back from the railings completely, taking a seat on the cold stone floor below him. Carefully crossing his legs into a criss-cross position, he took in the world around him in a different perspective. He was never the kind to meditate (or slow down at all, for that matter), but his lovely husband has taught him how. Sapnap let his eyes flutter shut. Almost immediately, Karl’s voice serenaded him amongst the sound of water flowing beside him. “Alright, Sappy, breathe in time with me. In…” Sapnap inhaled. The scent of water and grass and soggy wood permeated his senses. “And out.” The breath of white smoke that came out of his mouth was not stress-induced, not at all. “In…” And the rain went on and on. “Out….”

Sapnap came to with the sound of birds chirping merrily in his ears. Groaning softly, he rubbed at his eyes and uncrossed his legs as best as he could. The stretch in his legs hinted that he may have been in that position for more than a few hours too long. He rolled out of the position, uncaring of how much morning dew could be on the grass directly outside of the blaze hut/shelter he had made in a panic. Morning dew… His eyes shot wide open. “Dream!” He pulled himself upright, entire body tingling. Tingling? Why was he tingling? He didn’t know, didn’t care. (Later on, the dew he rolled in may end up not being as insignificant as he thought. But he didn’t know that then.) He ran over the Prime path, carefully avoiding any random puddles that pooled like little miniature lakes in the divots of the dented wood.

The smell of spring greeted his nose as he ran. The sweet-itchy scent of flowers in full bloom was present in the cacophony of sights, sounds, and smells. At one point, a certain pollen-filled flower from the Egg caused him to set a small tree on fire, forcing him to slow down and put out the fire before it made too much of an ashy mess on Hannah’s property. Nevertheless, the blaze hybrid ran on, determined to find (and catch) his buddy in the act of being relatively indecent. He was already snickering at the idea.

The amount of blackmail he could get in one awkward moment between the two obviously dating lovebirds? Astounding.

He weaved through the bamboo nearby to get to the community house. His footsteps made dull thunks as he leaped from place to place, eager to catch Dream in the act. A door slammed open. “Dream! I got you-” Dream and George were, unfortunately for him, not sitting on the crafting table. No, they were doing something much worse. “Is that...a spray bottle? Full of water?” George and Dream fumbled for their mask and googles respectively. “Uhhh…” “Certainly not, no way! Haha…”

Sapnap placed his hands on his hips like a disapproving parent, tutting softly. “Seriously, you left me out in the rain to ambush me?” Prime Almighty, you guys are the worst!” Dream glanced to the side, flushing slightly. “Well, we weren’t trying to ambush you, we were just, uh-” George’s voice reverberated slightly to his left, causing him to turn to look at him. Red-orange eyes glared fiery wrath at the blue-clad man. “We were just organizing the chests. We lost track. Sorry.” Sapnap’s spaded tail lashed in anger. “Lost track of time? Organizing chests?!?! What kind of chests take all night to organize!?!” He huffed, crossing his arms across his chest and pouting as a child does when they don’t get their way. An amused huff escaped George. “Sapnap, don’t worry. You seemed fine when we came over. Besides, we wanted to test something out on you.”

The blaze opened one eye to look at him. “Test? Test what?” George smirked slightly. “Just a little something. We heard that only heavy water hurts you. So…” He trailed off, glancing at his taller friend expectantly. Dream stood up a little straighter, grateful for his intervention. “We decided to see how sensitive you would get if we spritzed you with a water bottle when you woke up.” Sapnap opened his eyes fully. His countenance softened from outright angered to annoyed as he processed their words. As he slowly understood their, -albeit, still rather foolish- thought process, he nodded.

“Humph, fine.” The duo’s shoulders sagged downwards in relief. “But, you have to admit, leaving me out in the fucking cold all night for your bullshit is definitely not the best decision you’ve made, you hoglin-birthed idiots.” Dream’s breath caught in his throat for a moment. He stuttered over his words, fumbling with the white and black spray bottle as he spoke. “W-well, I mean, do y-you w-ant to test the theory out now?” He grabbed his mask and swiftly put it on with one hand, relaxing almost immediately. “Shall we?” Sapnap nodded, teeth snagging on his lips as he smiled. One thing he could never, ever replicate without his cryptic friend is the way he could morph into someone completely different with his trusty mask on. It was a party trick that never got old- and almost always won the trio a hefty amount of gold and valuables from friend and foe alike.

He took a few steps forward, glancing at the spray bottle with a small amount of trepidation. Small flurries of anxiety flitted to and fro in his mind. ‘What if it sprays wrongly and it burns me?’ ‘What if they just want me dead, and this is the best way to do it? Nobody’s ever seen a water-burned body after death!’ He tried to shoo the bad thoughts away. ‘No, no! These are my friends, my very best friends. They wouldn’t kill me just like that.’ He glanced over to George, who was slowly moving to Dream’s side of the room. As he moved, Sapnap got a much better look at his ‘refined’ hunter ally. As he took in more and more details of his friend’s state, it became more and more clear that they were doing much, much more than just organizing the community chests. His usually perfectly groomed hair was mussed up, gel making his hair go absolutely askew from its normal, streamlined appearance. His shirt was slightly off and most definitely inside out, judging from the way the tags stuck out to the side.

He suppressed a snicker at the way he looked, earning a slightly cold glance from the goggle-wearing man. George held out his hand, fingers wiggling in a come here gesture. Dream complied, walking over and placing the spray bottle in his hands, before carefully grabbing Sapnap’s arm and leading him over to the nearest bed. Sapnap laid in the bed willingly, only stopping to look at Dream and George and wiggle his eyebrows to get a soft blush and a rough shove from the unmasked of the two. Sapnap, face down on the pillows, turned his head slightly to get a better look at the two men’s figures. “Okay, so what next, geniuses?” The sound of the bottle spraying and the sensation of mist landing on his back made his eyes widen. “Wait, what are you-”

A warm, rough hand traced a small circle on the meat of his shoulder, trying to calm him down. Another hand pulled the back of his shirt up. The next round of mist landed on his bare skin. The soft hissing started up again. Soft, gentle tingles erupted from his back. He tried to get up a little, but the hand kept him firmly pinned to the soft confines of the bed. “Don’t move, Sap. We need to get some research in.” A single finger traced a small scar on his back, making him stifle a giggle. “If this kind of mist doesn’t do anything dangerous to your body, what does it do?” Another finger joined the first, and suddenly the pattern on the pillow looked awfully interesting. Sapnap bit his lip, struggling to keep the laughter encased in his chest. “Sap? You’re awfully quiet. Is this hurting you?” The genuine concern in Dream’s voice reminded him of his obligation to answer based off of the ‘testing’ they were doing. After all, they certainly didn’t know what they were doing to him, were they? Sapnap opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a stream of honey-sweet giggles.

George and Dream exchanged glances. Dream’s concern melted into curiosity and a slight hint of mischief. “Ohh, so that’s why you avoid water at all costs. Because if you so much as gently touch it…” He wiggled a finger over his shoulder blades, making the blaze underneath him shudder. “It would completely undo your fiery attitude. Speaking of fiery attitude..where’s your usual sass?” Sapnap tried to turn his head to look at Dream. “Ihihit’s stihill here, yohou dihihpshit!”

George raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “Oh? He definitely needs to watch his mouth. After all, he’s the one at our mercy right now.” To prove his point, George sprayed another round of mist onto the blaze. As the soft water droplets landed on his skin, the feeling of Dream’s hand fluttering over his back increased tenfold. The blaze squirmed away from his hand, giggling like mad. “Nohoho! Guhuhuys, cuhuhut ihihit ohohut!” “Aww, coochie coo Sappy! Who’s our little ticklish blaze? Oh, you are!” Dream cooed, suddenly feeling the urge to take off his mask and grin full force at the twitching hybrid below him. Sapnap’s tail curled around his hand, twitching every once in a while. “Nohoho, dohohn’t bahahaby tahahalk!”

George seized the moment, grabbing the flat part of his tail and scribbling his nails lightly over its surface. His reaction was instantaneous. He bucked his hips, frantically trying to escape his friend’s clutches. “Ehaha! Gehehe-HEAHAHA!” The sensations sparked through his spine at the same time the now-familiar sound of the spritzer bottle hit his ears. “NAHAHAT THEHE- THEHE TAHAHAI-” A loud squeal cut off his words as George decided to change his technique from mild scratching to semi-firm rubbing. Dream, absolutely charmed by the sound of his blaze friend’s laughter, continued to explore the scars on his back, dewy from the misting that George was periodically giving it. The masked man found a particular spot at the base of his collarbones. Grinning, he turned to look at George, then back at Sapnap. “Oh Sapnap~ I think I know how to expose your wings~”

Sapnap’s blood ran cold. He squirmed even more than before, struggling to escape (but not genuinely. All of them knew he could just throw him off at a moment’s notice). Dream thumbed the base of his shoulder blades, carefully rubbing at them so as to not cause any bodily harm to the fragile items. With great care, he scratched at the nubs barely protruding out of his back, waiting for the telltale sound of nether magic. He stepped back a little, allowing his friend’s wings to unfurl. George, being the person that he is, decided that Sapnap didn’t need that much of a break. He dug his fingers into the leather of his tail, scratching roughly there.

Sapnap howled with laughter, his tail twitching in George’s grasp so quickly it would have escaped from his grasp hadn’t George had the sensibility to wrap an extra coil of his tail around his wrist. Dream winced in sympathy. “Ooh, that must feel really, really bad….” George scoffed, inaudible to everyone but him. “Tch. Seriously? We can’t be all empathetic in the middle of an experiment, Dream. We need to stay calm. How in the world are we going to get results if you slow down?” Hesitantly, as if waiting for Sapnap’s cue, Dream grabbed at the crook of his close friend’s wing. He coasted his free hand over the held wing’s thin, sensitive membranes, equally enjoying and besmirching the twitching and squirming of the appendage. If Sapnap was in ticklish agony earlier, this was some new form of torture that he could never have dreamed of.

All the same, he refused to pull his wing or tail away, enjoying the electric-hot sensation zipping through every single one of his nerves. At this point, he couldn’t form words or sentences long enough to explain his feelings. Every time he tried to speak, all that came out were shrieks and inhuman noises as his tail wiggled in George’s grasp from the intense attention. His wing was more manageable...barely. Dream wasn’t actively trying to get him to tap out, but the sensations coursing through his veins still caused him to twist and turn in his grasp. “CAHAHAT IHIHAHA- AHAHA! NAHAHA!”

A particularly high-pitched squeak escaped his lips as another round of water landed on his extraneous limbs. “NAHAHA- MAHAH- GEHAHA!” Dream smiled fondly at his friend, fluttering his fingers over any spots that made Sapnap’s breath hitch for a moment too long. Even George began to sway over to the cackling blaze’s side, a small quirk to his lips being the only sign of being charmed. Eyes flicking to the soft, fluffy base of the man’s tail, George could immediately see that his little subject was beginning to tire. The twitching of both limbs had slowed down to a few twitches here and there, and the poor man’s laughter was dwindling down to silent laughter and small little wheezes when he could inhale long enough to oxygenate his lightheaded consciousness. It was all Sapnap could do to keep from passing out from the rough tickling at this point. His eyes felt like lead weights had melted and hardened over his eyelashes.

Even his tail, the most lightweight part of his body, felt like solid metal to move save from the involuntary twitches from the almost overwhelming stimulation. Sapnap tried to grab at Dream’s sleeve weakly, tugging at the fabric as well as he could from his position. George and Dream shared a look. Brown met green through the eye holes of the porcelain mask. Dream unpinned the wheezing hybrid quickly. George, picking up the slack, gently nudged the limp warrior with one hand. “Sapnap..?” Sapnap made no effort to answer. A small sigh.

With a few deft movements, George freed his spaded tail, which flopped limply to the wooden floor. George tried again. “Sapnap.” This time, the man answered with a noncommittal “Mmm…I don’t think I can get up.” The blue-clad man rolled his eyes dramatically. “We weren’t even trying that hard, you drama king. Precious Prime.” Sapnap shot back with a little hint of heat behind his words, “Well, sorry, Mr. Pretty Princess. You don’t get just how much more sensitive I get from that stupid shit. I thought you guys would let up after I stopped breathing right!” His tail lashed slightly, rooting for any sign of George.

Dream held his hands up in a placating gesture. “Look, guys, I’m sure we can solve this later. Sap, can you get up?” He didn’t even try to move. “I don’t think I could move if the lives of my husbands were in jeopardy.” The masked man giggled softly, holding a hand up to his mouth to hide his smile. “Okay, well, you can lay there for a while longer. I think George and I may want to finish the chest-sorting we were doing earlier. Sapnap snuggled into the pillow more, smushing his face against the soft fabric and drying some of his still-fresh tears. When did he cry? He didn’t remember, he didn’t care. All he knew was that he was happy, and he felt loved… wait. “Chest sorting? You guys weren’t actually chest-sorting, were you?”

The sound of nervous laughter echoed in the house. Sapnap huffed into the pillow. “So you guys really did leave me in the rain to fuck? You guys suck so hard.”

“Of course Dream sucks, what else would he-”

“Prime, George! Don’t say that!”

“What? Worried he might think you're a bottom?”

“I’m not!”

“Oh yes you are~”

Sapnap decided that the pillows would be a much better pair of earmuffs than his hands.

#Downy writes #My fics #my writing #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #lee!sapnap #ler!dream #ler!george #i am tired lmao #and sorry for the long waits in between #Lol #sfw tickling

[joshslater]

Quarantine & VR

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“Are you sure you’re OK with this?”

We were slowly driving through an eerily empty city center from my student flat next to campus on one side of town to Ethan’s flat on the other, with all my belongings stuffed in the back of the U-Haul. Not that I had so much stuff we needed one. I just moved into the state right before the semester started, but it was the cheapest rental we could get. No one is going anywhere with this lockdown in effect. We barely had time to read the syllabus before everything screeched to a halt. You thought we’d know by now how to handle pandemics, but nooo.

“I wouldn’t have helped you clear out your shit if I wasn’t. Bit late to ask now.” “Yeah, but it seemed like the polite thing to do.”

Ethan turned towards me and spoke with a more serious tone. “I’m really happy to have you stay at my place. I think I would go mad staying alone. Go mad or go home, and I don’t think being locked up with the parents would be better.”

He was about as new in the city as I was, but his aunt had moved out of an old apartment last year and his parents had decided to take over the lease. Apparently it was even cheaper than the student apartments and much larger, but further away from campus. Though where it was in the city didn’t really matter as long as this lockdown was going on.

“Someone else is out at least”, I said indicating out the window. Across the street, a police officer with a navy blue face mask followed our truck with his eyes. Or her eyes I guess. Hard to tell in uniform and mask. I don’t know why, but I found it a rather good look. I hate the flimsy paper masks, but these form-fitted ones kind of make you look more badass.

“Do you think he looks sexy like that?” he asked, as if he had the same thought. “It’s a bit dystopian sci-fi, but that’s not to say it doesn’t look good.” “Take next right. The one after is one way.”

The apartment had two bedrooms, a large living room, decent bathroom and kitchen. Ethan’s aunt had left some furniture, but overall there wasn’t that much stuff. Makes sense as he had barely been here a month. That’s how he had a sparsely furnished extra bedroom for me to use. This was only the second time I had been in the apartment. Ethan forced me to have a look in person before he allowed me to agree to stay with him. Now standing there with all my belongings in the truck outside and my student flat lease canceled, I realized we really didn’t know each other. I studied corporate finance and he medical computer science, whatever that meant. When I asked he tried to explain that almost everything in a hospital now has a computer in it, and a ton of work went into things like volumetric renderings of MRI scans and somewhere there I started to tune him out.

There really weren’t any overlapping circles between us, we studied completely different subjects, he was active in computer games and health, I was trying to get into the writing room of the student theatre company and looking to sign up in the cinema club. But both of us had the bright idea to start working in the student pub, and really hit it off during the start of school year party they threw for their workers. We decided to pick the same work schedule and found out we have the same taste in pop culture, music, books, movies.

And now I’m moving in with him.

He had the larger of the bedrooms with a queen-size bed in the middle, a desk with a few computers and screens set up, gaming computer chair, a reading chair. Basically his room was set up so he could live there except for visits to the kitchen and bathroom. My room didn’t have a desk, but a normal bed, an armchair that looked comfortable, and more wardrobe space than I would ever need. He told me that I could basically consider the living room as mine as well. It had two couches in front of a big flat screen. By the balcony door stood a workout bench and weights. Barbell, plates, dumbbells, and that kind of stuff. Apparently it wasn’t Ethan’s but his uncle’s, but that didn’t really make a difference here and now.

Moving my stuff only took a few runs up the stairs, so we were soon back in the truck, returning it to the rental place. Ethan really didn’t have to come with me, but he said that this would probably be the last adventure for a while, and decided to come along.

“You’re supposed to buy pizza and beer for everyone who helps you move, right? What do you fancy?” “I’d like… You know what? We’re not going to get out much, and you don’t look like someone on a strict diet. Oh, no offense!” “None taken.” “How about we both keep healthy macros and workout regimen while locked up. Instead of paying rent you can help me make sure I at least isn’t in worse shape when all this shit ends.” “Macros?” “Diet.” “Sure I can do that, if you show me what to do.” “It’s a deal then. I’d like one with Gorgonzola and ham.” “Come again?” “The pizza topping. I’m allowed one cheat day per pandemic.”

The pizza place was only a block away from the apartment. Just this one time it was great, as we walked back with one quattro formaggi and one bresaola. But it would be so much harder to eat whatever Ethan had in his plans knowing a real wood fire oven pizza was just four minutes walk away.

Unprompted Ethan started to tell his story over pizza. How his father was a successful businessman in Arkansas, but his hometown always felt too small for him. He talked about how he was making synth music in school. How that made him interested in computers. How, since it was such a small town, he had ended up on the football team without any desire or skill to actually play the game. How he had almost by accident found this education program and had looked forward to both leave Arkansas and to study. I too did a year be year recap of my life so far, up to how my girlfriend dumped me just before the summer. In a way that was lucky, because it made me feel free from obligations and actually do what I wanted.

It was 9:21 when I woke up from a knock on the door. I was a bit disoriented for a second until I remembered where I was. I was sleeping in the guest bed left by Ethan’s aunt. After the pizza we did continue to talk over beer all evening, but I didn’t feel any hangover. Just thirsty. It wasn’t that early in the morning anymore on the other hand. “Yep” I called out. “I’m making breakfast,” Ethan called out from the other side of the door. “Coming”.

It literally only took me seconds to get ready. Stand up. Sweatpants. T-shirt. Done. In the kitchen I saw Ethan had a similar fashion sense, but had gone for shorts instead. “Porridge is fine with you? It would be good if it is. Lots of fibers.” I couldn’t really recall if I liked porridge and told him as much. The porridge itself didn’t taste much, but with toppings I could get used to it. “With our schedule in our own hands I think it would be a good idea to start out with breakfast and work out. That way we can get it out of the way.” Sounded sensible enough.

I changed into shorts as well and made myself ready to do my part of becoming Ethan’s gym buddy. At a quick glance we didn’t look that different, Ethan and I. On one hand I never had that big of an appetite, but on the other I had never really done any sports, and had no gym experience, so I let Ethan guide me. He tested different motions and how many times I could do them with weights he selected and noted down the results in a notebook that would log my progress. It wasn’t at all as tiring as I thought it would be. “Oh, you’ll feel it tomorrow for sure.” We each took a shower, and I went back to my room to catch up on my reading.

A few hours later I was starting to think about lunch. More because I was getting tired of reading than actually being hungry, but I thought I should ask Ethan if he had a plan. The door to his room was open, but as I got closer it became apparent it was an oversight on his part. Splayed on the bed was Ethan, naked save for a pair of boxer shorts and a big VR goggles. His right hand was massaging his obviously erect dick through the fabric of his underwear. He must have followed his normal routine and forgotten I had moved in. I’m not a prude and do the occasional tug myself, like any student, so I was more embarrassed than shocked. As on autopilot, my mind decided to ignore Ethan and continue walking to the kitchen to assess the lunch situation, but another part of my brain decided to keep him in sight.

Walking without watching in an apartment I’ve been in for all of 18 hours predictably made me jam my toe into the door frame. In the corner of my eye I could see Ethan’s body spasm and ripping off his VR goggles as I yell out in pain and surprise. He stared right at me, eyes wide open and mouth ajar in an expression that was hard to read. Surprise for sure, but also something else in between horror and delight. Perhaps it was like the smiles and laughter after you have completely made a fool of yourself. My eyes were drawn to his, and I could feel my face twisted in pain. It was like time stood still, waiting for either of us to make the next move. Out of sheer momentum my mind continued ahead as if nothing had changed and blurted out “What’s your plan for lunch?” over whatever Ethan said at the same time.

“What?” and an awkward pause again. “I said would you like to try?” “I… What is it?”

Ethan put down the VR kit on the bed, quickly got up and stepped into his pair of shorts. His erection was still very much apparent. He pressed escape on one of the keyboards and the screen switched from one incomprehensible menu to another.

“It’s a virtual reality system. I’m using an open source environment system to render inputs from an interactive story engine controlled by a GAN AI system. I’ve been experimenting with regenerative NLP feedback loop plugins for it.” “I followed you all the way up to and including virtual reality system.” “It’s like a VR movie that is generated specifically for you. Here.”

He picked up the bulky goggles and held it out to me. It wasn’t just goggles, but a pair of headphones were built in, and there were a few additional sensors glued on. Hesitantly, and with a throbbing toe, I stepped forward and took the headset. It wasn’t as heavy as it looked. I put it on my head and as it settled into place a digital version of Ethan’s room wobbled into place as well. It was remarkably similar. The colors and patterns were all slightly wrong, but the layout of the room and placement of furniture was almost spot on. I assume he had measured everything at one point and put in the data somehow.

“Go lie on the bed.” Ethan told me. I very tentatively stepped towards the bed, and feeling my way there. It was somehow surprised to find a bed where the digital bed was, and although the visuals of the sheets didn’t quite line up with what I felt, if you just moved quick enough the illusion of actually being in the digital room felt very real.

“This is so weird.” “I’ll start a blank session for you.” “A what?”

Almost immediately a guy entered the room through the door frame. This must be some VR video recording or something because he looked completely real. About the same age as Ethan and I but more fit and, I’ll admit, better looking. He looked flush and sweaty, with his french crop unkempt as if he had just ruffled it. He wore a navy blue sweatshirt and sweatpant shorts. I couldn’t see further down from my position. “Fuck, that was so dope! I love getting pump like that, you know what I’m saying” He was stretching his arms in different ways. Then he zoned in on me, like he was actually looking me over. “Fuck, I love how you look, babe. Mind if I join?” I shake my head slowly. He breaks out in a big smile. I notice he has a bit of a sweatpants boner. Carefully he climbs into bed, next to me. There’s no vibrations of course, or heat or smell, but everything I see looks utterly convincing.

“Hey, are you OK?” “What the…”

I’m looking into Ethan’s face as he stands over me. Bewildered I pat my head.

“I removed it once the program stopped. Didn’t shake you from your sleep one bit. I guess it wasn’t that interesting for you.” “It was very convincing. I fell asleep?” “Perhaps moving stressed you more than you knew? Or it could just be, you know, how shit the world is right now.” “Fuck… I only wanted to ask about lunch.” “A bit late for that. It’s like four and something. Let’s wait an hour or two more and have dinner. Ok with you?” “Sounds dope.”

It was like neither of us wanted to talk about what had happened. I certainly had questions. Had I just fallen asleep like that? Perhaps he was right and I had been anxious about the move and how things would work out. And what was up with that program? It wasn’t gay, exactly, and it didn’t mean Ethan was gay, and if he was there wasn’t anything wrong with that. All of it was just so confusing. Perhaps Ethan was right to just pretend it didn’t happen. Poor guy. I walked in on him watching porn, and then I fell asleep when he tried to show his system. Watching the news on how ever more countries were shutting down was probably time better spent.

He had not joked about being sore in the morning. I woke earlier than in weeks feeling stiff as hell. I didn’t want to wake Ethan, but I couldn’t just lie there in agony, so I got up and did some bodyweight repetitions. Squats, push-ups, dips, and stuff like that just to get some blood flowing. It honestly felt great. Me doing morning gymnastics! Who would have guessed that a week ago? When I left my room I found out Ethan was already up, but didn’t want to wake me up.

“Dude, we need to sort that shit out. I’m ok with you making noise when you’re up. You live here.” “You live here too. What if whoever gets up first makes breakfast and wakes the other up.” “Yeah, dope. I’m down with that.”

We quickly worked out the kinks in our schedule. I would typically wake up first, do a quick workout routine in my room. Then set the breakfast and wake up Ethan. Then we would do workout together. We had different weights and number of reps, but we had very quickly settled on the same exercises, though Ethan was still adjusting my form ever so often. Ethan would then shower first while I did stretches. We then kept to ourselves until lunch. Ethan cooked for both of us. Depending on what we felt like and needed we would either go back to study or do something like shopping or that kind of stuff in the afternoon.

It was hard to keep track of time, but I think it was on a Sunday four weeks later when Ethan said during breakfast that he wanted to show me something he had worked on. He moved the workout bench and the barbell stuff to just outside his room and told me to lie down. The bar had no plates on it, and that’s how I’ve used it until two days ago when I started to add extra weight to it. Ethan emerged out of his room with the VR set in hand, and a trail of cables running in into one of his computers. “Here, give this a go.”

I was a bit surprised, given the last time, but I was also curious what he had to show. Once snugly fitted on my head I was transported into a real gym. It wasn’t a very large one, but a few people did their thing around me. He almost scared me, the guy with the french crop, when he called out “Hey, bro!” just to my left. He had the same navy blue sweatpant shorts as the last time, but his upper body was bare, glistening muscles. He took a step back and his eyes were scanning me up and down. “Dude, you look so fucking good! You’ve really been hitting the weights.” I smiled and immediately realized that I was smiling at an avatar that wasn’t actually there and couldn’t see me, but it’s amazing how good some positive reinforcement feels, even if it is from a program. Perhaps that was the surprise from Ethan.

“Here, show me what you got!”

He walked around me, through the couch I knew was there in the real room, and stood behind me. I leaned back fully on the bench and looked up. He stood over me, just behind my head, so all I saw was a navy blue bulge, some abs and pecs, and his face looking down on me. “Go on, I’ve got you.” I could somehow feel him standing over me. Was Ethan spotting me in the real world? Not that it matters with an empty bar. I grabbed it. It felt heavy. “Good. Give me 15.” He started counting as I lifted. “Slower on the way down. Keep control all the way. Ten more” As I was getting to fifteen he upped it a bit. “Come one! Five more!” As I sat the bar back I felt utterly exhausted. “Fucking awesome, dude!”

“You really went all out.” “What?”

I was lying on the workout bench but I wasn’t wearing any VR shit. I sat up and hit my head in the barbell.

“Fuck! Dude, what the hell!” “The idea was for it to be motivational, but you really took it to heart.” “It was fucking dope, bro. I’m so pumped. Guy was kind of cute too.” “You think?” “Fuck, yeah. I wish I had those pecs.” “You better start some supplements then, if you can’t even last a virtual session.” “What you mean, dude?” “It’s already lunch.” “Fuck dammit!”

I rubbed my head where I had hit it and looked around the room. It looked mostly like before, but the sun had clearly moved ahead. Fuck, I really felt pumped to get some reps in hard and really make a difference. Perhaps lunch, and then do my daily sets.

“You ok with shopping without me after lunch?” “Sure. You need anything?” “I… You said supplements.”

Fortunately for me I have a roommate that studies medicine, kind of. Well, he hasn’t actually gone to any of the classes yet, but he has the books, so he picked out some things for me to boost me. Some of it looked like medicine, in small plastic jars with scientific-sounding names that could just as well have been a frat house. Alpha-omega-manganese-BS-whatever. Some of it decidedly did not look like medicine. Enormous containers with lids that looked too fucking small, with names like amazing-gainz-ultra. He set up a regimen for me to follow, basically some stuff with every meal. I started right away that evening with something like a vanilla and chalk milkshake after dinner. I don’t know why, but something made me feel really good drinking it.

I slept fucking fantastic, and despite having done way more lifting the day before than ever I barely felt any soreness or anything. I probably woke up Ethan with my harder than normal pre-breakfast cardio. Lots of burpees and jumping jacks, so I almost felt guilty making breakfast while steaming sweaty, but whatever. Ethan had to remind me what supplements to take. I really should have written that shit down.

I had a strong deja vu while doing weights. It wasn’t until Ethan spotted barbell for me I realized that this was almost exactly what I had seen doing the VR shit. I looked up and saw Ethan standing over me similar to the guy, but Ethan was wearing grey sweatpant shorts and a red tank. I kind of wished he was topless as well, like the other guy.

“You ok down there?” “Fucking dope, bro”

I realized I must have zoned out a bit. What’s worse I could feel I rocked a hard erection out of nowhere. Rather than making a deal out of it, and run to the shower, I decided to pretend like everything is normal. Guys get boners all the times. He’s a guy, so he knows that. I even did a few extra exercises to really drive home that point. While Ethan took his shower I dared to lower my shorts and slowly stroke my dick. I haven’t cummed once since moving in with Ethan, which I realized was longer than I’ve gone in years. The days were blurring together. I hadn’t watched porn either since moving in. I’ve been too preoccupied with the move and everything else going on.

“All yours” Ethan said and closed the door to his room. I just froze. I was sitting on the workout bench, shorts by my ankles and dick in hand. He saw that. There is no way he didn’t see that. I could feel my face getting hot by embarrassment, yet I continued to sit there and stroke my dick. What the fuck is wrong with me. My mind flashed to Ethan, to the guy in the VR, to his bulge just above my eyes, to his abs to the barbell, to the free weights.

No. I got up and took a long shower, trying really hard to not think about anything. Just observing the tiles, the shampoo bottles, the soap. But there were the creeping thoughts that perhaps Ethan will find me a weird creep and kick me out. How would he do it? He’s been far too nice to be direct. Would he bring up this incident or would he just wait a week or something and over one lunch say something vague like we are not as good of a match as he hoped? Fuck. I needed to do something.

I couldn’t concentrate at all on the block on taxation I was supposed to read. Apart from the residual thoughts of unease I was beginning to see what a mistake it was to not cum in the shower. I was very close to surfing porn sites, but decided against it and ended up aimlessly browsing social media. I can’t really explain how, a hundred clicks that trended in that direction perhaps, but I got into the circles of fitness instagram people. Big arms, broad chests, and slinky stringers. Somehow I was hard again. Stealthily I walked back to the bathroom, locked the door, and started to jerk off in the shower. I’d been saving for a week and been hot all day, but somehow it took quite a while to shoot the load. My mind was a soup of barbells, Ethan, sweatpant shorts, vague old porn clips, and more recent instagram models. When I finally came it was like I’ve never orgasmed before in my life. Rope after rope shot out of me, the first few even hit the wall, and my hips involuntary thrust forward for each of them. I felt cleansed in a way, like a weight had been lifted from me. I couldn’t really understand why, though. Nothing had really changed.

I didn’t want to go back to my room and study. I rinsed the shower, got a pad and a pen, and went to the kitchen to get on top of the supplements. I decided to write down all the ingredients from the labels. I had just accepted Ethan’s plan uncritically. It’s probably fine, but I wanted to understand it. That’s where Ethan found me.

“Hey, dude. Already hungry?” “Yeah… No… I don’t know, bro.” “You don’t know?” “It’s like… Fuck. You saw, bro.” “Saw what? You jerking off?” He laughed and sat down. “You saw me doing it first.”

He was right, of course. I didn’t know how that could have slipped my mind.

“Was it porn?” I didn’t know why I asked that. I was curious, but it also felt a bit too personal of a question. “Yeah. Wanna see?”

Before I even had time to respond he continued “Let’s fill up your macros first and then I can show you. If past experiences are any indications you’ll take your time.” “Already jacked off today.” Why did I tell him that? “Even better”

Ethan had this ever changing dish where he would chop and fry vegetables like bell pepper, chili, garlic, ginger, onion, peas, and whatever else was around, pour in coconut milk and whatever spices you craved that day green curry or red curry for Thai, madras curry for Indian, Soy and miso for Japanese, anise and szechuan for Chinese, saffron and parmesan for Italian, and so on. Then serve it with pasta or grains or rice. I helped him prepare it, as I always do unless he started making it without telling me. This time however the air was different, filled with tension and awkward anticipation. He made it with chicken, lemon grass, and brown rice this time. We hardly spoke a word while cooking, and then continued to eat in silence. We both knew what was on my mind, and there wasn’t any question on the subject that wouldn’t be awkward. I was weirdly looking forward to trying out whatever it was he wanted me to try. I couldn’t explain why it felt so compelling to me. Just thinking about it made me hard. “You clean up here and I’ll go and set it up for you,” he said as soon as his plate was empty. “Yeah,” was all I could manage, and he left. I finished my plate as well, put the few things we’ve used in the dishwasher and went to his room.

His bed was made and on it was the VR headset and what I first though was a protein drink shaker. “Dude, is that a… fleshlight?” I asked him both with incredulity and genuine curiosity. Curiosity because a cable ran from it to one of the boxes on the floor that connected to his computers, and incredulity because I couldn’t believe he thought I would use one of his sex toys.

“Yes. No. Not exactly. It’s modified to connect into the haptic subsystem.” “Haptic?” “Force feedback” “It’s a vibrator, bro.” “Eh.. No. Well, not only. You’ll see.” “Why do you think I’d touch that, bro?” Though somewhere inside I knew I would. “It’s a brand new inset. You’ll be fine.”

I walked up to the bed and suddenly wasn’t sure what to do. I would need to at least lower my shorts and boxers to get the until-recently-fleshlight on my dick, but Ethan was still in the room. Not only in the room but almost studying me like a lab project.

“I’ll lie down?” “Got to strip first,” he said motioning towards my tenting shorts. He saw me hesitated and continued “Dude, I just saw you jerk off in the living room this morning”. I blushed and pulled down my shorts and boxers, and stepped out of them. “Shirt too,” he said. I removed that as well and stood naked in front of him. “Wow, you are making progress. Ok, on the bed and hook yourself up. Red dot up.” I climbed into the bed, as he told me, and grabbed the cyber-fleshlight and pushed it down on my hard dick with the red dot up towards my head. There was some sort of lubrication in it and it slid on with very little effort. It must have been heated as well, because the lubrication didn’t make it feel cold. I was given a nod from Ethan and put on the helmet over my eyes and ears.

The alternative version of Ethan’s bedroom was already there, waiting for me. I looked around and as far as I could tell everything looked like in the real world, except no Ethan of course. After half a minute, perhaps more, I was almost about to ask if he had started it when the French crop guy jumped in through the doorway, as if he was in a hurry. He was naked except for a pair of white, tight speedos that both highlighted his big package and created a reference point for his deep tan and made it look even deeper. There was a sheen over all his body, like he had been working out hard or oiled himself up, and he was breathing heavy. “Sorry, I’m late. I didn’t expect you so soon,” he panted. I didn’t know what to say. “You want me to help you with that?” he asked and nodded towards my dick. I looked down and saw a massive erection, easily twice my real size. “As an apology…” he continued.

“Yeah, sure bro.”

He made the cutest little jump of joy in response, and caught my smile. He composed himself and locked eyes with me. Then he started some sort of dance where all the movement was in his hips and abs. Then he added more of the upper body, still keeping eye contact. I thought I would hose him down with cum from my monster penis right there, so sexy was it. He smirked and moved closer. Still swaying he leaned forward and licked the head of my dick, which shot pleasure up my spine. He then started to circle the head with his tongue, before taking it into his mouth. The first few times were shallow, but then he stopped teasing and begun to really do down deep on the dick. In addition I could feel him alternate between stroking my hips, the insides of my thighs, and tugging my balls. Just as I was about to nut he stopped working on my dick and started to slowly run his tongue up my faint abs, circling my nipple. I was squirming in horny delight.

He was straddling me now, face to face. I couldn’t resist it any longer and reached to pull him towards me and kiss him on the mouth. There was a loud crack of plastic against plastic as our VR helmets collided. “Dude?” I was looking at the French crop guy who was moving his hands in front of his eyes. “Ethan?” I asked, suddenly realizing what was going on. The French crop guy looked bashful, did a little wave, and answered in not-Ethan’s voice “Yeah.”

“Did you just blow me?” “I wasn’t… No, it’s still the device.” I hesitated, considering briefly what this would mean. “Would you like to?”

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Friendship and Fate {03}

Summary: You and Stiles have been friends for years. You’ve loved each other since you were kids but when Stiles presents as an Alpha and you never present at all… well you’re not going to let him not claim his omega when she comes along.

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective​

Pairing: Alpha!Stiles x ??!Reader

Word count: 5740

Chapter Rating: G

Warnings: I do not think this one has any?

Request prompt: Anonymous: could you do a fic of Alpha!Stiles and Beta!reader where they are best friends and they have to share a hotel bed together and reader and stiles slowly go into heat/rut together because of each other and they try to resist it because they want to be friends but give in and get together with ABO dynamics? (i know that was very specific i have so many ideas but can’t write for my life💀) also i life your work!- you deserve so much more recognition!

AN I am so sorry it's shorter than the others but it just felt like a good place to end it?

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Eyes opening, you attempted to stretch, only to discover that you couldn’t actually move. Just as panic was about to sink in, your foggy brain reminded you that you were sharing a bed with Stiles which meant it was his arms around you.

You were half tempted to roll over, snuggle into his chest and go right back to sleep but the smell of the ocean air and the soft sound of crashing waves reminded you that you were not, in fact, at home but on an island for the pack bonding trip.

Slowly, carefully, you moved tried to move Stiles’ arm from your so that you could go and get ready for the day but you froze when you heard Stiles groan behind you as he pulled you flush against his body and nuzzled into your neck.

Chuckling softly, you tried to wriggle out of his arms and whispered to him, “Sti… we need to get up.”

“Ten more minutes Harls,” he mutters, his voice thick and groggy with sleep, his breath on your neck making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and a shiver travel down your spine.

You bite back a small moan as you grab his arm before lifting it, “We don’t have a choice Bats. If we don’t get up Lydia is going to murder the two of us.”

Stiles’ reluctant groan fills your ears before you hear him give an exaggerated yawn and his arm lets go of you as he stretches out. Instantly, your body misses his touch but you push yourself off the bed and call the first shower.

The warm water of the shower was amazing on your body and you couldn’t believe just how relaxed you had found yourself this morning. Typically you had minor aches that the warm water would help with but this time there were no aches, nothing sore, no pains - just the comfort of a warm shower in the morning.

When you got out, you had thrown on a fluffy towel before you called out Stiles’ name, asking him what was on the agenda for today.

“Snorkeling and scuba lessons,” he reminded you as he passed you and you mentally rolled your eyes- Lydia had told you as much yesterday.

As you heard the water start up again, as Stiles jumped in the shower, you grabbed your duffel bag. Finding it empty you reminded yourself that you, Stiles and Lydia had unpacked all the clothing and you moved to the drawers. Quickly pulling out a couple of the swim suits, you decided to go with your most comfortable swim suit and after slipping into it you did your hair. You had enough time to grab Stiles a pair of his swim trunks before you heard him turning off thew water.

“Sti, I left you your swim trunks,” you called out as you slipped on some shoes and threw on a cover up, “I’m gonna get some breakfast with the pack.”

Making your way out to the kitchen, you most of the pack in the main part of the villa. Luke was making breakfast fo the group and Kira and Alex were helping him out.

“Anyone else notice that it’s the non-Alpha’s that are out here making breakfast?” Malia pointed out after a moment. You looked around and realized that she was right, it was you, Malia, Kira, Alex, Lydia and Luke.

“Mason’s not an Alpha,” Lydia pointed out and you heard Luke practically snort.

“It’s still us out here,” Malia scoffed and your small group had to laugh.

“Guarantee its only cause we were the ones to actually get up,” Kira points out, “Getting Scott out of bed this morning was a bear.”

“Jordan wasn’t much better,” Lydia confirmed with a shrug, “he seems to be exhausted.”

“Well we are on the other side of the world,” Malia said with a shrug before grabbing a water bottle.

“I pretty much told Stiles the same thing,” you said with a chuckle as you made your way over and grabbed the coffee pot and a cup and made yourself a cup.

Sitting at the breakfast table, sipping your morning coffee, you allowed yourself to just enjoy the time with your friends. It didn’t take long before the rest of the pack was up and about and after a decent breakfast, it was decided that it was time to make your way down to the docks to meet your boats.

You made your way back into the bedroom, thankful that Stiles had bought you a diving mask, snorkel  goggles, fins, and booties last year when the two  of you had decided to go to Cabo for the weekend and you were even more grateful that they still fit.

She and Jordan checked you in before you were split up into two groups of six. You and Stiles went with Theo, Malia, Lydia and Parrish.

Your instructor, Seru, took you on one of the smaller boats and out into the waters, to Beqa Island Lagoon and just far enough for you to enjoy what the waters of Fiji have to offer he says.

You were grateful that Lydia had booked this particular diving company. The group of you had been out snorkeling before but the way that this man explained things just made you feel more at ease.

It also helped that the company provided inflatable snorkeling vests because you hadn’t bought any while in Cabo and you’d forgotten to buy one before coming  and weren’t sure where to buy them on the island.

He checked with you, confirming that you knew what you were doing and you were aware of the basic safety procedures and risks involved with diving.

You were each paired off, coupled up of course, but everyone was planning on being the others snorkeling buddy. As a pack you took care of each other. It helped that Malia and Lydia were here with their mates which meant they were more attuned to each other.

It had been the reason that Scott and Kira had decided to go with Liam, Alex, Mason and Luke.  They were the youngest and newest couples. Ever since Liam had joined the pack, Scott had always treated him more like a little brother then just an Omega and once he and Kira had gotten back together - they treated the youngest members of the pack almost like their kids.

You were sure that you were going to meet up with them during your small expedition in the water and you and the rest of the pack would all end up looking after each other but your instructor was worried more about your small group and theirs would be worried about them.

After the safety protocols had been gone over and he had confirmed which of you were paired with who, the instructor had decided to go ahead and let you all get in the water.

Jumping in with Stiles and the others it took your body a moment to adjust to the waters but thankfully it wasn’t too bad, the warmth of the water was nice and after the water settled you could see the others in the water as well.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around, Stiles offered you his hand and you placed your hand in his. The two of you started to explore and you find that the reef is absolutely beautiful. It’s full of the most beautiful coral formations you’ve ever seen. The colors are absolutely fantastic and with the sun reflecting around them you find yourself getting lost in them.

There’s fish that you’ve never seen and a part of you is tempted to reach out but you remember that the last time you’d been snorkeling Stiles had managed to get stung by a jellyfish.

So you kept your hands to yourself outside of just swimming.

Stiles tried to keep his eyes on the rest of the landscape he really did. He tried to pay attention to the fish they’d never seen. The coral formations, the sea anemones, even the turtles. However, his eyes kept getting dragged over to her.

Logically, he knew that the world around him was beautiful. He knew that they’d likely not get a chance to see the barrier reef again.. At least not this one… but he kept getting distracted by her.

He was unsurprised that he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Long before he’d ever presented, he was drawn to her like she was the sun.

It had gotten worse after he’d presented and he’d had a hard time staying away from her. Something within him had always demanded that he claim her. He’d wanted to but when she hadn’t presented after a few years… He hadn’t cared. He still wanted to be with her but  then Chris had told them about how Alpha’s could only be with Omega’s… that only an Omega would be able to take his knot.

So he’d waited… he’d waited for her to present as an Omega because that was the only thing that had ever made sense. From everything Chris had told them… With how much he wanted her, she had to have been an Omega.

But she had never gone into a heat… she had never presented as an Omega and Chris had confirmed that it meant that she was a beta… like the majority of the world.

Then she had decided that they should stay friends only. She didn’t want to stop him from being able to take an Omega should he find one.

But she didn’t stop… she was the only thing that he wanted. Nothing else had mattered and he’d gone to talk to her about it but he’d read it on her face. She’d asked him to leave it alone and he knew that it broke her as much as it broke him.

So he’d agreed.

Breaking his heart in the process, he’d agreed.

It hadn’t stopped him from  wanting her… hadn’t stopped the Alpha in him from wanting to claim her.

She was the absolute light of his life.

But Stiles loved her… he respected her wishes and so he’s done everything he can the last couple of years to make sure that he respected her wishes. He had done everything he could to just stay her friend.

There’d been Omegas that had thrown themselves at him but they’d always disgusted him. They never smelled as divine as she did.

He’d avoided her during his ruts because he knew… he knew that if was around her when he was that out of his mind.. He’d want her and he knew that his need for her… whatever that primal voice he was able to ignore, would win out and he’d claim her. He’d hurt her and that was the last thing he’d ever want to do.

It had worked for the most part…

But the last couple of weeks since his last rut… it had been harder to not think of her that way, of what she would look like with his marking on her shoulder. What she would look like as she presented herself to him and what it would feel like as he sank into her and stretched her to him, how she’d clamp down around his knot… he did his best to shut it down when those thoughts appeared.

So yes, his gaze kept getting dragged over to her, no matter how hard he tried and his shorts felt uncomfortably tight even in the water but he did his best to focus on the  world around them.

It wasn’t working and Stiles felt like he needed a breath of air. Looking around, he caught sight of Theo who gave him a knowing look. Sending the were-coyote a desperate look,  Stiles waited until Theo simply nodded.

Quickly, Stiles made his way for the surface. No sooner than his head had broken through and he was gasping for air, taking large gulping breaths as he treaded above water.

The sound of their instructor calling his name caught his attention and Stiles had to turn to the man. Taking a moment to actually focus he realizes that the mans asking if he’s okay. The boat isn’t making its way over but he can see the life ring has been tossed out, floating just a little ways away.

The boat won’t come any closer in case there are others also on their way up.

“I’m fine!” he calls out to the man as he waves his hand in the air before giving the man the okay signal they’d been taught. ‘

Taking a few deep breaths, he allows his body to relax, forcing himself to get back under control before he dives under again and while it takes him a second to actually spot the others, he does so quickly and makes his way over to them.

It’s as he’s swimming over to them that he can see you making your way towards him, Theo and Malia just behind you. It isn’t until you’re close that he can see your face is twisted in worry and it throws him off balance for just a second when your body almost slams into his.

Your hands are instantly moving and it takes him a moment to realize that you’re actually signing to him.

Thinking back to the classes you’d gotten him to take, he  realizes that you’re pointing at him and then one hand is flat while the other is parallel moves against it in an almost fishlike move before you point at him again.

You do this movement a couple of times and Stiles eventually realizes that you’re asking him if he’s alright. He can’t remember how to sign that he’s fine but thankfully, he knows you paid attention to the instructor and he uses the same signal to tell you he’s fine…

It had been a small school of Masked Butterfly fish that had caught your attention and you’d turned around to get Stiles’ attention so he could see them too when you’d realized you couldn’t find him. You’d been looking around, moving enough to cause a ruckus and Theo had caught your attention. Pointing towards the surface and waving his arms.

Without a second thought, you’d propelled yourself upwards when you’d seen Stiles making his way back towards the reef. It had taken a bit of effort and you’d thanked swimming lessons when you managed to not slam into him.

A quick signed conversation later you realized he was fine. He’d probably just needed a little more air and didn’t wanna disturb you.

The group of you had been down for about seven minutes and you’d thought he would have still had air in the little pump thing they gave you guys, after all it was supposed to last ten minutes, but you shrugged it off.

Turning around, you realized that you could see the Butterfly fish not too far off and you still wanted to show Stiles so you pointed it out to him. But your lungs were starting to need more air so you motioned that you were heading back up for air real quick.

He nodded and followed along with you. When the two of you broke water, you gave him a skeptical look and all he did was smirk at you before pointing out, “Buddy system.”

“You left me alone!” you reminded him, playing at outrage.

“First off, I  did not, I told Theo to keep an eye on you,” he rebutted, “and besides, you didn’t even notice”

“For like a minute!”

“A minute I could have drowned in!” he dramatically grasped at his chest, making you laugh at his antics.

“Alright point taken,” you told him as you splashed some water at him,  before asking “but let’s go see the Masked Butterfly school then?”

“Which ones were those?”

“The yellow ones,” you remind him with a roll of your eyes.

You can hear Stiles laugh but shake your head before making your way back into the water. You meet up with Malia, Lydia, Jordan  and Theo.

Eventually, however, Scott, Kira and the others joined you and the pack simply enjoyed an early morning of snorkeling. You found that it was some of the most beautiful sights you’d ever seen. One of the things that you liked about traveling was the sights that you didn’t get in California.

Sure Big Bear was pretty, the beaches could be gorgeous and Yosemite was absolutely breathtaking but getting out of your little world.. Getting to travel and see the rest of the world. Well it always left you a bit breathless.

The Fijian reefs were so different from the ones you’d seen in Mexico. Perhaps it was just your memory but the colors were a thousand times brighter and you knew that there were animals you hadn’t seen in the waters in Mexico.

Kira and Alex seemed to be having a blast with it. Dragging each other towards different things.

You, Lydia, and Luke all got together and explored the area.

It wasn’t long before the morning got away from you and you each heard your respective instructors calling you back towards the boats.

Once you were on the boat, you slipped on the cover-up before you had Stiles tie the backing straps and you slipped on his shirt.

Thankfully, the company had decided that they would honor Lydia’s request and decided they would drop you off on the other side of the island. It would take about 30 minutes to get to the other side.

You curled up with the girls and the three of you chatted away happily. While you didn’t mean to, you found your gaze kept sliding over to Stiles.

Having kept his shirt you had noticed that there were drops of water shining off his skin.

You could feel your breath catch in your throat and you must have been staring because a moment later, you can feel Lydia nudging you and when you look over, Malia’s giving you a knowing look.

You can feel your skin heat in embarrassment.

“See something you like?” Lydia teases you.

“Of course she does,” Malia chuckles and waggles her eyebrows at you.

“Shut up,” you mutter to the two girls.

You can hear both Theo and Jordan holding back a chortle and out of the corner of your eye, you can see both of the male's shoulders shaking.

Turning slightly, Stiles catches your eye and gives you a questioning look. Shaking your head all you can do is laugh softly because of course, this is how things work out.

Stiles merely shrugs at you before turning back towards the guys and the three of them seem to continue whatever conversation they’d been on.

You could feel your heart practically pounding in your throat and the girls just gave you knowing looks

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head.  It’s not like you weren’t actually aware of Stiles. Quite the opposite in fact.

Thankfully, they didn’t press the issue further and the three of you fall into your own conversation until, thankfully, you make it to the island again.  Scott, Kira, and the others are just behind you.

“Alright, let’s do lunch!” Stiles points out with a clap of his hands as you all get off the boat and his arm finds itself over your shoulders and you smile softly as you scoff softly.

Thankfully everyone agrees and you decide to go ahead and do some sightseeing after the fact.  The group of you find a smaller restaurant and, unsurprisingly, are advised that due to the size of your group, you’re going to have to wait for a little bit.

You catch up with Scott and Kira who are telling you about how their guide had actually suggested a pretty delicious family-owned restaurant for you to have dinner at. Apparently, they had taken a lot of the classic Fijian dishes and added American twists to them. Something they had learned the Americans appreciated.

The dishes were actually smaller dishes and served like samplers. You got to choose which one you wanted most. It would be a set of three, the dish that was the fusion, the American dish that it was fused with, and the classic Fijian dish that was the other half of it.

The idea sounded intriguing enough that mostly everyone seemed to agree with it. Theo, Liam,  and Alex were a bit more hesitant but they had agreed to it either way.

As the pack sat down and enjoyed their dinner, you all decided that you wanted to get back out in the water. Lydia had already suggested scuba diving and, thankfully, there was an area further out that you could go scuba diving in.

After some back and forth, Scott, Liam, and Theo thinking it would be better to get out there today, and Lydia, you, and Kira arguing that it would be better to get out there later this week as you’d already spent the morning in the water. Eventually, everyone agrees to go ahead and make it a trip for later in the week.

After lunch, the pack had decided that it would be good to explore the island a bit. After which, you would meet up at the villa before making your way down to Ivi Restaurant in order to enjoy a good night of food and some good old pack bonding.

Unsurprisingly, everyone kind of paired off with their significant others. You and Stiles started going through the small island where you knew you were obvious tourists, sticking out like a sore thumb in the crowds but you enjoyed it anyway.

You explored the little shops and made sure that you bought something from the locals. Things that were locally made. You’d promised yourself when Scott had taken the pack on their first out-of-country trip and Stiles had done a bunch of research about how some of the areas had issues with their own cultures disappearing because of tourism.

While buying the work didn’t fix the issue, it did help the people that lived in the area and you figured that was the  best possible action you could take.

While you were going through the shops you actually ended up meeting up with Scott and Kira, who had been doing pretty much the same thing. The four of you hung out for a little bit and as you moved through the island, you found yourself catching up with both of them.

You hadn’t actually realized how long it had been since you’d talked to either of them. So, linking your arm with Kira, pulling her closer to you with Scott and Stiles on either side of the two of you.

The four of you explored a few more shops and before you knew it, it was late enough in the day that you made your way towards the villa.  On the way, however, Kira wanted to stop and grab some groceries for the pack.

Nothing big, mostly just making sure there were some snacks and fruits that the pack could snack on. It had been something that she’d actually wanted to do yesterday but with how tired everyone had been and how much sleep she needed, she’d decided to hold off.

You had made your way through the island and had found a local outdoor market. Thankfully, you were able to get some items pretty quickly. It was mostly a lot of nuts and fruits but seeing as how that was something the entire pack was going to enjoy.

You and Stiles checked out a few different stalls for yourselves, trying to find something that you might want just for you. Picking up some strawberries and some nuts you were walking by a stall when a woman called the both of you over.

She offered you both a drink that was in a coconut shell. The thing was that it didn’t smell all that great and looked like maybe it was supposed to be water but it wasn’t actually very clear.

Looking over to Stiles, you knew he could see the question on your face and thankfully, he stepped in, clearing his throat, “Ummm what is it?”

“Kava,” the woman tells him, “It’s for you and your wife. It’s to relax, to smile, and for better sex.”

You can feel your skin heating up and you kind of want the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

Stiles’ face flushes a pretty red and you know that he’s feeling the same way. It’s the same look he’d had last night with the masseurs. He looked panicked and this time, you figured you’d save him.

Clearing your throat, you stepped forward, somewhat between him and the woman and cleared your throat, “Thank you… umm.. It will be good for relaxation.”

She looks between the two of you almost questioningly but you simply take the drink from her and shrug your shoulders.

Thanking the woman, you offer Stiles a soft, slightly embarrassed smile before the two of you make your way back towards the villa with Scott and Kira not far behind you.

Once you make it to the Villa you find that the rest of the pack was already there. They had apparently decided to make the most of their varying time with some intentional couple time.

It took you all of half a second to realize what that meant for some of them and you didn’t bother to bite back your laugh. After all, it had to be uncomfortable for the were’s in the group to have to listen to or smell some of the others.

Malia had shoved you with her shoulder, as retaliation, as she walked by her. Making you laugh even harder.

“Don’t be a jerk,” she mutters to you, “Too many scents.”

“You could’ve left,”  you point out to her, sticking your tongue out.

She merely shrugged her shoulders and offered you a wink.

“Well as wonderful as this all is,” Lydia’s voice cuts in, “We have reservations. Go get ready, all of you.”

You can see Stiles out of the corner of your eye and you know he’s rolling his eyes before he gives Malia a mock salute with two fingers making you laugh,

The two of you make your way back towards the room you’re sharing and you know that the others are making their way towards their rooms as well.

Rummaging through your clothes you realize that the last resort you had stayed at had a dress code when you went to the restaurants and you had no idea what this one was.

“Hey Sti?” You ask as you turn around from the clothes on your side of the closet and towards the brunette who’s holding up a set of different shirts, a regular t-shirt, and a button-up.

He looks up, meeting your gaze and he’s thinking the same thing because he smirks and asks you, “Dress code right?”

You nod your head and he’s practically bounding out the door, likely in search of Lydia, and you chuckle as you pull out a couple different options. Thankfully, you had brought a pretty stable wardrobe for the week with a few statement pieces that could either make an outfit more casual or more dressed up.

Grabbing Stiles’ flannel that you’d slept in and a clean pair of underwear, you made your way towards the bathroom

While you were showering, Stiles’ voice echoed through the bathroom,  “Lydia said they told her smart casual. But make sure you wear pants cause they’re expecting cold weather.”

“Got it!” you called out from under the water.

Once you were out of the shower, you walked out to find Stiles had changed into a pair of dark blue jeans, a black shirt, and a black button-up that he had thrown on top of the shirt. The sleeves were rolled up and you were treated to the sight of his forearms, one of your personal favorite features of his.

You must have stared too long because you can feel his eyes on you and you glance up to meet his eyes. He’s giving you a knowing look and you can feel your skin heat up.

“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice,” you tell him.

“I didn’t say anything!” he defends himself, a laugh on his lips,   and you can’t help but snort.

“Your face did,’” you tell him as you cross over to the closet and grab a pair of dark blue wash jeans, a white cotton shirt that’s loose and flowy in the front, scooping down further in the front but it’s not so loose that you drown in it.  Going through your shoes, it takes you a second but you settle on a pair of black sandals you had brought specifically for the beach. Everything else seemed either too casual or too… much.

You stick your tongue out at him, playfully, before you start to make your way over towards the doors when Stiles calls your name. A glance back and he’s lifting his jacket, a reminder that you need your own.

“Right…”

You make your way back towards the closet and grab the caramel-colored pleather jacket that he’d gifted you last year for Christmas and you shrug it on, happy that it’s just enough to keep you warm and comfortable enough that you can move mostly freely in the material.

The two of you met with the rest of the pack a few minutes later when Lydia got a look at your shoes and practically screeched in outrage. All you could do was raise an eyebrow at her and share a confused look with Parrish who just signed as he shook his head affectionately while the redheaded banshee ran to their shared room. Before anyone could actually say anything, she was out of the room again. A pair of nude heels with a thin strap across the toes and around the ankle with a thick chunky heel for you to use.

“Use these,” she practically hissed at you as she shoved the heels into your arms. Trying not to chuckle, you nodded your head and did as you were told.

You’d learned long ago that when Lydia was on one of her fashion moments, it was best to just follow along and do as she asked.

Finally, finally, after what had felt like forever - the pack made its way towards the main part of the island. You had to take another boat to get to Ivi Restaurant.

Thankfully, someone, likely Lydia or Mason, had had the foresight to call ahead and when you got there, you were only waiting a few minutes before your large group was being seated.

The table had a beautiful view of the ocean and you quickly took a seat on the side of the table where you would be able to see it. Would be able to watch the sunset over the beautiful water as you and your friends enjoyed the night.

Everyone ordered something. Luke had even asked for a possible vegan option - something that had thrown the waiter off for a moment before she asked you all to give her a second.

She came back with the chef a few minutes later who, after talking to Luke and getting his preferences, asked if he would trust her to put something together.

Luke had wholeheartedly agree before the woman had nodded and made her way back towards the kitchens. You all sipped on your respective drinks and talked about what you had done during the day… meaning most of the conversation was about Kira, Scott, Stiles and you as the rest of the group had made the most of their time just being a couple while the four of you had managed to actually explore.

You felt your eyes widen as Kira shared about your trip to the market. Apparently, she had overheard the woman about you and Stiles when she sold you the Kava and you couldn’t help but drop your head into your hands as the rest of the pack just laughed at your poor misfortune.

Thankfully, before you could scold any of them, the food came out.

The chef had made Luke something that looked like a taco that must have been tofu-based, something that looked for all the world to be green curry, a salad that was filled with local fruits that had to be in season currently, including oranges, and a rice dish that smelled like heaven.

The pack just spent the night together, the  moment settling something in your soul as you got lost in this moment.

With these people that you called home.

Time had flown by and the next thing that you knew, you felt a hand on your thigh. Looking over, you saw Stiles motioning towards the water behind Luke.

Following his line of sight, you felt your breath get caught in your throat at the site in front of you. You had seen beautiful sunsets before but there was something about the way that the sunset over the beautiful crystalline water took your breath away.

Stiles had to remind himself to breathe.  One of his favorite things was to just watch you. It always soothed something in him, made him feel warm inside in a way he couldn’t really explain. Looking at you now, he felt his heart catch in his throat, the way that your face lit up at the  sight of the sun setting in front of you.

Stiles couldn’t properly describe it but if he did have to put words to it…. Well it was like watching an old man, blind from cataracts, being gifted with sight again and seeing the world with an appreciation that most people would never know to have… that most people would never know to even consider.

That was just Y/N’s way though. When the rest of the world was too busy to notice the beauty in front of them. Hell even when the pack was too busy to notice the beauty in front of them, she always noticed it. She always took the time to see beauty in the world around her and, in return, the world gifted her with the most beautiful sights to exist.

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Posted 17 Apri 2021

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[wonnoy]

study buddy

this is another tsukishima thing going on and it’s just fluff so no worries - this one can be read in public lol

you are failing a math class and start to beg the smartest kids in class to help you so you can actually pass and we all know tsukishima is one of them :)

warnings: not really any, just a bunch of fluff and a kiss at the very end - kei being a little cinnamon roll

word count: 1827

You had your head down in shame, covering the bad grade on the math quiz you were just handed back. Another failing grade in this class and you were done for, you’d be forced to take extra classes during your breaks and off days. You don’t know if you could actually handle that. You lifted your head off the desk and scanned the room. There was a mixture of different facial expressions that either read happy, sad and surprise. But, you looked over at the tall blonde guy in your class, he always had a face of nothing whenever he got his grades back. 

If you could remember, you think his name was Kishima Nei. Being honest, you never really paid much attention to him as he didn’t pay attention to you. After classes were over he’d sit in his seat with the headphones over his ears - only occasionally taking them off to talk to Yamaguchi. You knew him well because of the many team projects you were together for, he was sweet to talk to. 

You slumped your head back down on the desk. Maybe he had good grades and wasn’t surprised at his score or he didn’t care. What were you gonna do when you got home? Your parents were threatening to take away your phone if you didn’t pass this math class. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you rose your head. Yamaguchi was looking down at you with a smile. You tried to grin back but it turned out to be a wobbly smirk.

“What’s wrong?” he sat down in the empty seat in front of you and settled his arms on your desk. 

You shoved your quiz towards him and jabbed your finger at the quiz grade, “I got another failing grade, I’m not going to be able to pass this class.” You folded your arms underneath your head. Yamaguchi made a hiss at viewing your grade.

“Yea, that is bad,” you gave him a sharp look and he raised his hands in defense, “but you can ask some students in our class to help you. I would offer, but I’m not really the smartest in here,” he laughed a little before listening to the students coming back in from their break. He gave you wave before heading back to his own seat.

___

You were running out of people to ask and all you had on your list now was the blonde kid from before. You really weren’t sure on what his name was, so you made sure to ask Yamaguchi what it was (he had an absolute fit when you said ‘Kishima Nei’). His name was Tsukishima Kei. 

Right as the last class of the day ended, he packed up his things rather quickly. You had to leave your desk full of your stuff in order to catch him. 

You tugged on his sweater to keep him from leaving the classroom too quickly.

“Hey Tsukishima?” he turned his head and took off his headphones. He really was tall... 

“Yes? You are?” he really cut straight to the point it kind of put you off your guard. 

“I heard you’re really good at math and.. and I really need some help,” you lowered your hand to your side. He was your last hope. The side of Tsukishima’s mouth went up in a small snarl.

“Why would I do that?” oh god no. He began to turn his back to you and head out the door. So you did the only thing you could think of. You bent over, bowing lowly to the ground. And boy did it stop him in his tracks. You peered up at him and you could see he was embarrassed with your sudden bowing. Red crept up his pale neck.

“What are you doing, stop that!” people walking past the classroom were pointing and staring. Tsukishima didn’t know how much longer of this he could take.

“Please tutor me Tsukishima!” and you bowed even lower to the ground. 

Tsukishima was getting redder by the minute, he just knew you weren’t going to loosen up about this.

“Okay! Fine!” he gripped his headphones and turned away from you. You stood up from your bow, a little embarrassed yourself, “our next quiz is in four days, I can help you only during the night because I have volleyball practice right after,” he began to walk out of the classroom.

Relieved to now finally be standing up straight, you let out a huge sigh of relief. Yamaguchi came up from behind you and clamped a hand down on your shoulder.

“Well wasn’t that surprising! I didn’t think he would have actually agreed to you!” you whirled on his ass. 

“You didn’t say anything about him rejecting me!” and you began beating him down with your fists. 

___

It was Thursday night now, around 9 PM. The last night before your next math quiz. You were crisscrossed on the hardwood floor of your room, with a piece of scratch paper in your hands. The other a bic pen scribbling down the notes you were taking from Tsukishima as he lectured you. 

You guys met up at your house every night since the day you had asked him to help tutor you. Without fail, he would show up to your doorstep around 7:30 PM at night each time, dressed in his Karasuno volleyball team tracksuit and his bookbag full to the brim with his textbooks. 

The first day, Monday in the night, you wore your school uniform when he showed, you were nervous to wear your casual wear in front of boy in your home. But then he made fun of you for it so you stopped that immediately. On Tuesday you guys were working in your kitchen but then your parents came home and wouldn’t stop teasing you. Extremely embarrassing for you. Wednesday was the only night that was extremely productive, for Tsukishima anyway. You spent the majority of your time looking at him. 

At the expense of you studying. 

There’s no doubt that he was attractive. His hair style looked like it was cut too short, but that didn’t make him any less cute. On Wednesday he came to the study time wearing his little goggles and you just couldn’t keep your eyes off of his face. His eyebrows would narrow at answers you got wrong and slightly raised when you got them right. 

There was a time where he came up behind you to look at something you were working on and you had to hold the incentive to shiver as the front of his chest rubbed against your back. In the most innocent way though. 

“What are you doing?” Tsukishima’s voice was sharp as he addressed you. You were daydreaming and had stopped working for quite a bit of time. He obviously took notice. 

“I was doing .. uhm I was doing nothing,” you ducked your head back into the nose of your papers. Tsukishima scoffed at you and continued to read his textbook on your bed. He was in a tracksuit, every once in a while checking in on you. He’ll be honest, when he first started tutoring you, he absolutely wanted to die. He barely had enough time already and now he had to tutor someone like you?

He looked at you one more time, but now it didn’t seem to be all that bad. The only subject you were really struggling with was math - you were quite intelligent. You had these weird quirks about yourself that you did while you studied. Chewing on the pencil, counting your fingers for obvious answers so that you wouldn’t mess up, humming songs, and just occasionally making weird noises while you worked. 

Originally, something like this would annoy the hell out of him. Much preferring to snap at the person and tell them to quiet down. But with you it was different, he liked hearing you do things of this nature and really liked it that you were this comfortable with him around. You seemed so frigid the first day, even wearing your uniform late into the evening. He couldn’t help but make fun of you. 

“Tsukishima, come here and look at this,” the first thing he saw was your hand flying as if calling for a teacher. He smiled at the sight before swinging his legs over the side of your bed. He came up behind you and looked over your work. He definitely noticed that your breath sounded more shallow with the closer you were to him. 

“You did it,” he smiled behind you. He could hear you let go a sigh of relief and you slumped. Your back hit his chest and he froze from the contact. You turned your head beaming at him and his heart skipped a mini beat. It was difficult to keep a blush from climbing up his neck and giving himself away. 

“I just might make it tomorrow!” you grinned even more and your arms made movements to bring him into a hug - but you stopped short. Would it be wrong of you to hug him? What if you made him uncomfortable, you brought your arms back down to your sides and made an attempt to back away from him. 

Tsukishima was confused, so he bit the bullet, “why’d you stop?” startling you, he picked up your limp arms and used them to wrap himself in them. Then he draped his arms around you. Your face was coddled into his chest and you could smell granny smith apple’s and slight sweat. 

“You smell a little bad,” you mumbled into his chest. 

“What do you expect I had practice and then had to come over and help you study,” he pulled your face out of his chest. Even though the two of you were sitting on the same floor, his torso was much longer than yours. You had to look up at him as peered at you through his glasses. 

“You did... decent,” you scoffed at his half-attempt of a compliment. 

“If you can’t give me a real compliment, at least give me a reward,” frustrated, you swished your head away from him. Your head wasn’t turned away from him for long as he pushed your face to look at him. 

“So be it then,” before he leaned down and took your first kiss. You weren’t sure what to do and it really didn’t seem like he knew what do no better. Your hands were now in your lap, but he snuck a hand down to hold both of them. He didn’t kiss you deeply, but he kissed you softly until he parted from you. The feelings you had were deep and rooted within your gut making all logical thinking go out the window. 

“Can I have another for good luck?” and he laughed at you. 

P.S - you managed to ace that quiz - maybe his kiss was good luck. Hopefully he’ll give you one before every quiz. 

___ i’ve been kinda working on this one all day on an off i wanna try my best to get as much content on my blog as possible before i can slow down lol. 

hope you liked it and im always open for requests - but pls read the rules first !

#tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #reader insert #fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader

[hrtiu]

@flybynite19 come get your man.

Brit’ni haunted the long aisles of the Coruscant Public Convention Halls, her eyes darting from stall to stall. This was the biggest Galaxy of Heroes miniature convention in the Republic, and if she didn’t find it here, she wouldn’t find it anywhere. Finally, in a sketchy-looking booth in one of the auxiliary wings, she saw it.

It was perfect. A mint-condition figure with articulated arms, first-edition armor, and no helmet. It was almost impossible to find a figure of Captain Tabbard without a helmet, and Brit’ni couldn’t wait to get her hands on it. 

She reached out. “How much for-?”

Another hand grabbed the package just before her, blocking her fingers from her prize.

“What’s the price?” the interloper asked.

Brit’ni turned on her rival, ready to throw hands if necessary. “Excuse me! I was here first!”

A Human man blinked back at her from behind huge, yellow-tinted goggles. “As you can see, my hand reached the package first. I believe that means I have dibs.”

“Look, buddy. Just because you have slightly faster twitch reflexes than me doesn’t mean you get this figure. I’ve been looking for it for forever and I saw it first. Run along.” She tightened her grip around his bony fingers and shot him a death glare, then flicked her gaze to the shopkeeper. 

The Ithorian man backed away slowly and raised his hands, his translator sputtering out his apologies. “The price is 70 credits. Whoever can pay gets it. Don’t drag me into this.”

“Please let go of my purchase,” the Human in the goggles said. “I don’t have time for this.”

“I’m not letting go until Captain Tabbard is in my bag. Got it, Goggles?”

He wrinkled his nose and shook his head disapprovingly. “This stalemate is productive to neither of us. I propose a compromise.”

“What, you get the head, I get the body? No way.”

“As humorous as that would be, I was thinking something more mutually beneficial. You seem to be an avid collector, and I have several pieces that might be of interest to you.”

Brit’ni leaned closer to him, but didn’t loosen her grip on the figure. “Something more interesting than a first-edition Captain Tabbard? I don’t think so.”

“If you’re a fan of Captain Tabbard, I’d imagine you also enjoy the Chandrilan Guard. But there aren’t any figures for the standard Chandrilan Guard armor. I happen to have a custom pattern made for their armor. I’d be willing to share as many molds as you’d like if you are interested in creating the whole set.”

Brit’ni salivated at the thought. A whole set of custom CG figures? She’d been doing her best to make her own over the years, but with new resources… She’d be unstoppable.

“You have my attention…”

“We split the cost, 50/50. We store the figure in a locker at Coruscant Central. Then we meet up next week. I show you the goods and we decide on the deal. If you don’t want my customs, you take the figure and we go our separate ways. If you do, we make the trade.”

Brit’ni narrowed her eyes at him. “It didn’t take you very long to come up with this plan.”

He shrugged. “I’m smart.”

Brit’ni leaned closer to him, staring him right in those yellow-tinted eyes. She wasn’t in the habit of trusting strangers on a planet like Coruscant—especially not lately. But she really wanted those customs. 

“Deal.”

---

“Your name is Tech?” Brit’ni asked doubtfully as they walked down to the magtrain platform together.

“That’s what I just said.”

“Ok, sure,” Brit’ni said. What was it to her if he gave her a fake name? They didn’t need to be best buddies or anything.

“We live in a galaxy of billions of planets, populated by thousands of unique species, each with their own distinctive regional subcultures. I don’t see why ‘Tech’ should be a particularly unusual name, considering.”

Brit’ni laughed and shook her head. “Ok, now I get where you got your name.”

They swiped their muni chits and stepped onto the waiting magtrain, finding a spot near the back where they could both comfortably hold to the hand rails. It was a weekend so the train wasn’t as crowded as it would be during rush hour, but Brit’ni still barely felt like she had room to breathe. Just a few inches from her, Tech’s eyes darted back and forth across the magtrain car and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“New to Coruscant?” she asked.

He looked up in surprise, like he’d forgotten she was there. “...Yes.” His expression was oddly guarded, and Brit’ni raised her hands reassuringly.

“You just look like I did when I was still new to the magtrains. Eventually you’ll get used to the close quarters.”

His shoulders relaxed and he nodded. “So many variables, with all these people around. Too many unknowns for my taste. And sentient life is so… unpredictable.”

“Well, I don’t know if I’d put it quite like that but I think I get you. There’s a reason we collect little plastoid figures, right?”

A single eyebrow peaked out above Tech’s goggles and he tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I hadn’t thought about it like that before, but perhaps you are right.”

The magtrain shuddered as it rounded a turn on the old track, and Brit’ni clutched her precious Captain Tabbard tighter to herself.

Why so much interest in Captain Tabbard?” Tech asked. “Some figures are rare because of their popularity, but he was simply rarely produced due to lack of interest.”

Brit’ni bristled like he was insulting her toddling infant. “He’s the best character!”

“I understood that most fans of the serials disliked him because of his treachery.”

“Treachery?” she scoffed. “That’s not treachery. He had good reason to be loyal to both the Old Republic and Tiberian Empire. It was his conflict that made him interesting. And in the end he chose what was right. That’s what makes a good character. Conflict. Struggle. Then overcoming in the end.”

“I suppose.”

“What about you, then? Who’s your favorite character?”

“In Galaxy of Heroes? I don’t know—never seen it.”

Brit’ni’s jaw dropped. “Then why were you ready to fight me over this figure?”

He shrugged. “I’m a completionist. This is the last one I need to complete the set. You know they’re more valuable together, right?”

She just stared at him. Her eyes trailed down to his booted feet, up his khaki slacks, past his drab, navy-colored tunic, and back to those big, yellow-tinted eyes. Who was this guy?

“Deal’s off,” she said.

“What?”

“I can’t give Captain Tabbard to… to someone who won’t appreciate him.”

“I appreciate him! He’s a first edition, mint-condition, ultra-rare piece that will complete my collection! How much more appreciation can you get than that?”

“No.” Brit’ni shook her head. “You’re not worthy.”

Tech pursed his lips and huffed through his nose.”Well I still paid for half of that figure, so what do you suggest we do? Cut it in half?”

She recoiled in horror. “No! I’ll pay you the 35 credits and I take the figure. It’s as simple as that.”

“That’s unacceptable. You have to at least give me a chance to meet your criteria.”

“How could you possibly do that?”

“By watching Galaxy of Heroes. I watch it, I tell you my favorite character, I show my appreciation for Captain Tabbard.”

“Or I could just take Captain Tabbard home now, and have a figure of my very favorite character to display proudly on my shelf.”

The magtrain slowed and a cheery voice emanated from the intercom. “Coruscant Central.”

“We’re at the station,” Tech said. “I suggest you get off, because I assure you my Chandrilan Guard figures are very good.”

He stepped off the train and Brit’ni bit her lip, her grip tightening on the handlebar as she watched. “Ah, sithspit,” she cursed under her breath, and hopped off the train just as the doors closed.

She hurried to catch up to him—he set a surprisingly quick pace considering how scrawny he looked under those pants—and he tilted his head in her direction in acknowledgment.

“Glad you decided to join me,” he said.

“I really want those CG customs. I’ve been saving up for materials for forever but they’re expensive and my job doesn’t believe in working hours that give me enough time to sleep and eat.”

Tech frowned. “What kind of job is that? It seems like a sub-optimal way to treat your employees.”

“I work at one of the Imperial training facilities. I get to clean up after all the sweaty recruits in the exercise halls. It smells and I hate my life.”

He tensed almost imperceptibly at her side and Brit’ni tried not to notice. Plenty of people on Coruscant didn’t like the Empire, but a job was a job. And Captain Tabbard wasn’t going to pay for himself.

“That sounds… unpleasant. I hope you are able to find alternate forms of employment sometime soon.”

“Yeah, me too. But there aren’t too many options these days,” she said with a sigh. “If I had my way I’d be working in the archives or curating the Imperial Historical Society. I have the training for it, too! But I guess they only need a handful of people to do that, and they need thousands to clean the stormtroopers’ locker rooms.”

He nodded sagely, and she wondered if she was saying too much. Scratch that—she was definitely saying too much. But any time her job came up she couldn’t help but try to distance herself from it. To distance herself from the Empire.

“I also wish I could spend my days doing research and furthering our understanding of the universe. But unfortunately I don’t have that luxury,” Tech said.

Brit’ni looked at him out of the corner of her eye, surprised at the wistfulness in his voice. Maybe she’d judged him too harshly. A completionist who’d never watched Galaxy of Heroes he might be, but they might have more in common than she’d thought. He gave the station map a quick once-over, pushing his goggles up his nose as he read the map, and she couldn’t help but notice how oddly endearing the action was. She cursed herself. She’d always had a weakness for hopeless nerds.

They wound their way through the labyrinthine corridors of Coruscant’s largest magtrain station, and Tech seemed to know every turn and forgotten corner. He took them down another flight of stairs to the lower levels, where the storage lockers were, and a squirmy feeling started to bubble up in Brit’ni’s stomach. Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to follow a stranger down into the depths of Coruscant Central without telling anyone where she was. But something about Tech felt oddly comforting. Condescending and annoying, yes, but also kind of nice.

Brit’ni cleared her throat and tried to dispel her sudden nerves. “So… what do you do, then?”

“I’m a tech specialist,” he answered immediately.

Brit’ni furrowed her brows. “A tech specialist? Are you military?”

He looked at her like he’d forgotten she was there, then shook his head, oddly flustered. “No, I mean… I do holo repair, comm device repair, droid maintenance—that sort of thing.”

“Oh.” Sure he did.

“It’s, uh, not very glamorous, but it pays the bills,” he said, tacking on an awkward laugh like the world’s worst holo actor.

Brit’ni resisted the urge to roll her eyes. I promise you, dude. Whatever your secrets are, they aren’t nearly as interesting as you think. She found herself wishing he’d just be honest with her, then reminded herself that she didn’t care. She didn’t. He was just a means to the end of collecting Captain Tabbard, not an strangely cute guy she wanted to learn more about.

They approached a squat Rodian manning the checkout counter for locker rentals and paid up.

“And can we get two locks, please?” Brit’ni asked. She needed some assurance that Tech wasn’t just going to come back later, open their locker, and leave.

The Rodian shrugged and tossed them another lock. “Sure.”

They walked down the aisle of lockers and found theirs—locker number 9999. Tech gave a weird smile at the number, but Brit’ni ignored it and opened the locker, carefully placing Captain Tabbard inside and giving him one last look of longing before closing the locker on his beautiful, first-edition face.

They both stuck their locks on the door, and Brit’ni pulled out her portable comm device.

“What’s your comm signature?” she asked.

“I don’t see that that’s necessary.”

“Sure it is. What if I can’t make our meeting time? What if you decide to watch Galaxy of Heroes but its themes and storyline are too complex for you to follow? What if you decide to back out and just want to give me your lock key so I can pick the Captain up?”

He frowned. “Alright, then.”

They swapped comm signatures and Brit’ni stuck her hand out to shake. Tech hesitated a moment, like he wasn’t sure what to do with it, then took her hand.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Brit’ni said with a firm, professional shake.

“Likewise.”

---

A few days later Brit’ni staggered home from her shift at the training facility with a deep and abiding exhaustion in her bones. She swiped open the door to the small apartment she shared with her younger sister and stumbled through the dark room, determined not to turn on the lights. Her sister was already asleep and Brit’ni knew she had an early shift the next morning.

Brit’ni shed her uniform, took a quick shower, and fell into bed. She could easily have fallen asleep right then and there, but she hated going to sleep right after getting home from work. It felt like giving up—like acknowledging that all there was to her life right now was sleep and work. She rolled over onto her side and pulled out her comm device, checking for messages. There were a few from her mom, a couple of taunting inside jokes from her sister, and… one from a signature she didn’t immediately recognize. 

She opened the message, convinced it was some kind of advertisement but curious nonetheless.

I am happy to report that my viewing of Galaxy of Heroes has commenced. Will keep you updated on my progress. -T

A surprised smile rose to her lips. Maybe her evening would be a little more interesting than usual, after all.

She gave it some thought, then typed a response. The first episode is great, but the rest of the first season is a little slow. Make sure you keep watching to season 3.

She pulled out a datapad and scrolled mindlessly through several news updates. There was never anything interesting anymore—not since the Empire had taken over. All the updates felt like propaganda, but there was nothing else to read. Then her comm device pinged.

Then why don’t I just skip straight to season 3? I don’t understand how people can be such fans of a program while disliking a significant percentage of the content. -T

She snorted. Don’t skip to season 3! I thought you were a completionist.

He responded immediately. Fair point. -T

Deciding to let him focus on the show, Brit’ni rolled out of bed, determined to do something useful with the evening before calling it a night. She pulled a case of her in-progress figures out from under her bed and hauled them over to the small work desk she’d set up in the corner. She had some painting to do.

Commander Fes’s helmet was beautiful. The design etched across its surface was gorgeous, with intricately weaving strips of color and textures. That also made it an absolute beast to paint, and Brit’ni extricated her tiniest brushes from the bottom of her brush bag. 

Eyes straining with the microscopic details, she labored over the good commander’s helmet for a solid half hour before setting her tools down in frustration. She glowered at the thumb-sized helmet, as if her anger would force it to cooperate better, and reached for her comm device.

What paint do you use for your customs? she sent Tech. For the fine details? I feel like I’m going crazy with Commander Fes’s helmet.

I don’t hand-paint details that small. I have a three dimensional stamper, so I design the decals at full size then use the stamper to apply them. -T

Huh. Brit’ni had heard of tools like that, but most collectors had to make them themselves. It wasn’t a simple or easy thing to put together.

I’ve always wanted to use one of those! Did you follow the Talatar template or the Bikqwik one?

Neither. I made my own design, though to be fair the base design was inspired more by the Bikqwik one. -T

Maybe I should make one. I’d love to get those fine details right, but I don’t know if I have the time to figure it out or the money for all the pieces.

That’s understandable. I was able to use leftover pieces from my work, so it wasn’t so expensive for me. -T

Images of a perfectly-painted Commander Fes helmet floated through Brit’ni’s mind, and she had half a mind to ask him to lend her his printer. That would probably be too much, though. She was considering what she should say next when Tech sent her another message.

It’s nice to talk to another collector about customs and painting. My colleagues are not very interested. -T

Brit’ni laughed. Same! My sister and mom indulge me, but they definitely don’t care as much as I do.

She set her comm device down and refocused her attention on Commander Fes’s helmet. It might be nice to use a three dimensional stamper, but this was what she had to work with for now. And as she focused in on the tiny design, she had to admit that it was turning out pretty well.

She soon fell into a groove so deep she hardly noticed the next half hour fly by. Then her comm device pinged again, breaking her from her painting trance.

I’m going to sleep now, but I’m happy to report that I’ve finished season one. -T

Brit’ni’s brows rose. You finished a whole season in one night?

I’m watching it at double speed. -T

That’s cheating!

When you demanded I watch the show you did not specify a required playback speed. -T

Do I have to specify things that should be obvious??

Goodnight, Brit’ni. -T

No longer in the mood to paint, Brit’ni set Commander Fes’s tiny helmet on a stand to dry, then packed up her materials. She crawled into bed and set her alarm, her eyes already heavy with how tired she’d be in the morning. Still, it had been a pleasant night.

---

The week flew by, and Brit’ni was so busy with work she hardly had any time to work on her figures or chat with Tech. Every once in a while he messaged her with updates on his viewing progress, and he was burning through Galaxy of Heroes at an alarming rate. His last message he sent the morning of the day they’d agreed to meet back up at the station—a simple statement that he’d finished the series. 

Brit’ni wanted to ask him his thoughts, who his favorite character was, and what he thought of the infamous plot twist in season seven, but instead she’d had to run off to work. By the time her shift ended, she was excited to hop on the magtrain and head to Coruscant Central not only to finally see his promised customs, but also to talk to him. Funny, that.

She walked down into the lower levels of the station and quickly found locker 9999. Tech was already there, typing away on some kind of datapad built into his wristguard. Brit’ni didn’t think he’d worn that the last time they’d met, but she also couldn’t really depend on her memory.

“Hey!” she called out, and he looked up from his datapad.

“Excellent. Right on time.” 

He swung his backpack off his shoulders and rummaged through it, pulling out a carefully labelled black box as she approached.

“Are those the custom molds?” Brit’ni asked eagerly.

“Yes.” He opened the box and she could swear the box was glowing from the inside like some kind of mythic treasure.

“I have molds for the standard shock trooper, captain, commander, and the recon units. Four molds in all.”

With a reverent hand, Brit’ni lifted the silicoid molds from their case. The detail work was exquisite, the edges sharp and defined. “I just pour in molding plastoid and let it cool?” she asked.

He nodded. “Yes, that should work adequately.”

She stared for a minute longer, her fingers running over each groove and divet. They were perfect. “Alright, you have a deal.”

“No, but… I haven’t told you about Galaxy of Heroes yet…” Tech said, confused.

“That’s alright, the molds are enough-”

“I watched that entire series in a week. I’m going to tell you about it,” he snapped.

Brit’ni shut the case with the molds and stepped back from him a pace, her eyebrows raised. “Alright then, do you see now why Captain Tabbard is the best?”

“He’s such a minor character, it’s hard for me to understand why he is your favorite. But I do see the nuance and conflict that you mentioned earlier. I can see why you admire him.”

“Who’s your favorite, then?” It had better not be that awful Alduous Rux. Or even worse: Leve Bontera.

“K3WO was my favorite, I believe,” he said.

“The droid? Really?” she asked, though as soon as the words left her mouth she had to admit that it made a certain sort of sense.

“Yes. He always remained level-headed, he was intelligent, but he had his own personality. He was my favorite.”

“Ok, fine, I get it. But what about your favorite organic character?”

“Why does it have to be an organic character?”

“Do you have to argue everything I say?”

“It’s not arguing if-” 

Tech suddenly cut off, his eyes darting down the hall, and Brit’ni followed his gaze. Two stormtroopers had stepped off the landing and were making their way towards locker 9999. Tech glanced quickly away from them, but the tension in his shoulders was clear. 

Brit’ni saw the problem immediately. They looked like they were making some kind of illicit deal here, exchanging goods in the basement of Coruscant Station. The misunderstanding could be easily cleared up under normal circumstances, but Tech obviously didn’t want any attention from Imperials.

Thinking fast, Brit’ni clutched the black case of molds to her chest. “Oh, honey! You shouldn’t have!”

Tech stared doubtfully back at her through his goggles, his eyes growing wide enough to fill the lenses as she grabbed him by the shoulders and hauled him to her.

“What are you-” he hissed.

She pressed her mouth to his before he could give them away, her hands snaking around his back to make sure he didn’t pull away while the stormtroopers were still watching. She worried that she might have to fight him the entire time, which would both make her feel like the worst kind of swamp scum and would also make this significantly less enjoyable. But then he relaxed into the kiss and set his hands at her waist, his long fingers careful and hot against her skin. He picked her up by the waist and spun them around, pressing her back into the lockers. Then he kissed up the side of her neck. Heated shivers ran up Brit’ni’s body, and she wondered if maybe she’d gotten in way over her head.

“Good thinking,” he whispered into her ear once he reached the top of her neck. “My apologies for not realizing sooner.”

“Th-that’s fine,” she stuttered, looking over his shoulder to check for the stormtroopers. They were still there. “Still got eyes.”

He nodded, then kissed her again, this time sliding a hand up her back to run his fingers through her hair. She pressed herself further into him, finding surprisingly firm, defined muscle under his plain clothing. Brit’ni doubted that there was an electronics repairman this athletic in the entire galaxy, and the mystery that was Tech just seemed to deepen with each passing moment. 

Then one of Tech’s hands slipped lower on her waist and all coherent thought fled from Brit’ni’s mind. Her teeth caught on his bottom lip and she tugged gently. He started against her, and she took that as encouragement. Then she slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he started again, this time jerking away from her in surprise. 

Brit’ni’s gaze darted to where she’d last seen the stormtroopers and, Force be damned, there they still were. Staring like a bunch of touch-starved morons.

“What are you looking at, you karking pervs!” she shouted at them.

The troopers flinched away like she’d hit them, then sputtered something about their patrol route and orders to “carry on.” They turned back the way they went and soon enough they were up the stairs and out of sight.

Brit’ni let out a heavy sigh of relief and let her weight lean back against the lockers behind her. “Well, that was a lot closer than it needed to be.”

“Yes,” Tech said, a healthy dusting of red high on his cheeks. “Thank you, by the way. I’d rather avoid Imperial entanglements.”

“Wouldn’t we all?” she said with a wry twist of the mouth.

“And, uh… My apologies, for losing my grip earlier. I… well I have never engaged in kissing before.”

Brit’ni sat up straight at that, her eyes going wide. “Really?” she asked, her skin still tingling from where he’d run his hands up her back. “You could have fooled me.”

“Well, I’ve seen plenty of holos,” he said, shrugging with one shoulder. “The mechanics of it seem simple enough. But, um. I didn’t really know what to expect in terms of sensation.”

“Ah,” Brit’ni said, feeling the heat rising in her own cheeks. “Well, it all worked out in the end.”

“That it did. Now if we could exchange goods?”

“Sure.”

They each unlocked their locks and there Captain Tabbard was, safe in his perfectly-preserved box. Tech handed her back her 35 credit share of the price, then lifted Captain Tabbard carefully from the locker. Brit’ni checked the CG molds Tech had given her one more time, then closed and locked the case.

“I guess we’re done, then,” she said, suddenly not sure where to put her hands.

“A pleasure,” Tech said, and she couldn’t help but wonder if there was some secret meaning hidden behind the quirk of his lips.

“A pleasure.”

---

A few days later, Brit’ni dragged herself to work feeling particularly haggard. She went through the service entrance and changed into her ugly uniform, then jogged to her supervisor’s office just in time to clock in.

She punched the buttons that would start recording her time, then started to walk away from the desk.

“Brit’ni? That you?�� her supervisor asked, turning around in his swivel chair. He was a pale, sleight Human who’d barely spoken three words to Brit’ni before today.

She turned back to him slowly, her body already tensing to expect the worst. “Yes, sir?”

“You have a package.”

“A package?”

“Yeah.” He got up from his desk and pulled a drab grey box out from under the counter, sliding it towards Brit’ni with a look of perfect unconcern on his face. “Someone dropped it off early this morning for you.”

“Oh…” That was strange. In earlier years Brit’ni had liked surprises like this, but ever since the Empire… Well, let’s just say that most surprises were bad ones these days.

She took the package back to the locker room and set it down on one of the durasteel benches. Carefully, like she was defusing a bomb, she opened it up. Inside, the perfectly-painted face of Captain Tabbard stared up at her, a bright orange piece of flimsi stuck to his box just over his chest.

Dear Brit’ni,

Thank you for the other day. I should have just given this to you at the time, but I’m afraid I wasn’t thinking very clearly. I hope our paths cross again.

-T

A slow smile crept across Brit’ni’s face, and she picked up Captain Tabbard, holding his box to her chest. She knew she and Tech’s paths would cross again. She’d make sure of it.

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